I see a gigantic landing mat
High above my forehead
In the terraces, they debate
The three of us compete
Just crossing the rode
Some set the level
They talk of record
Às if we have wings
It is for fun
Just another sport
With rules
It is cultural
Pasted within their minds
One has to go over
Creating stiff competition
Challenging the status quo
More enemies arise
What propels me up?
Uplifting the whole mass
Never mind landing
That twist and turn
Across the horizontal stick
But remain focused!
Gravity pulls us down
The will dies
These forces remain
These become ties
A big stage to leap over!
When billions eyes watch!
Some are man made
Some are stage managed
We erect them ourselves
Our imaginations are outclassed
End up drowning
Because of being over ambitious!
The three sticks matter!
They determine your status
People then watch
As you fail to clear your pace
You set another record!
I remain mum watching!
