pull the cord, distract them all
with the landing, forget the fall
where i am,  is all but lost
to where i’ll be, and the cost
if my chute fails, is that a question
the power of,  misdirection
centuries pass, in only breaths
the rush of life, in the risk of death
i think it foolish, to look ahead
i concentrate,  on now instead
adrenaline, is killed by worry
this is pleasant, whats the hurry
we cover up, in useless plans
they fall through, at our own hands
maybe time, can heal this wound
but if it will, it must be soon
times sure flying, but so are you
if you slow down, then time will too…..