Fly,
As far as you can.
Fly,
fail,
fail, and try again

Never stop,
never slow,
First chances are bought,
second chances must make you grow

But,
What if I slow?
and, like an empty screen, dimly glow?
What if I fail to show?
and, with an empty spotlight’s chill, couldn’t go?
What if the next chance never shows,
stunted by the tragedy of what I could know?

The blossoms of trial have bloomed
spirits of startled sounds: untombed

Broken pieces, broken vials
Can I work without my rival?

Won’t I lay down the rifle?
to walk down life’s aisle,
and embrace the greater finals?

Do I really need to shout “mistrial”,
deluding myself in denial,
when perfectly imperfect adorns life’s tile