I do not try.
I rail against the retrains
That hold me back, I drown and
Struggle for air, I throw myself
Towards the moon with no
Backup plan if I fail to make
The landing.
Most of the time my feet fiind solid ground,
But sometimes, I crash to earth it
A spectacle far brighter and more disastrous
Than a shooting star, the fall of an empire,
The end of a world.
But I will never do anything so halfhearthed as try.
„Try” is not a strong enough word.