Get Control Of Life Poem by Jesse Ellsbury

I don’t want another chance to fail; I’ve proven I can do it,
I’ve had plenty of chances to succeed, and with every one I blew it.
Why when things are looking up do I always look down?
I tell myself I want to fly but I’m staring at the ground.

I don’t need another chance,
I just need a cash advance.
I want to show the world some moves
but I don’t know how to dance.

A tightrope stretches across the abyss, but I’m afraid of heights,
I look down to get my bearings but I can’t see through the lights.
The world is a carnival of ringleaders and freaks,
the freaks are stuck in power, the rest stuck in their seats.

Someone shoves me from behind,
I take a step as if I’m blind.
One foot after another,
but I can’t make up my mind.

The safety net is silly string, don’t let yourself be fooled,
life aims a pistol at your head but you start unarmed in the duel.
Somehow I find a gun but I must teach myself to use it,
but life won’t let up for a minute and just continues shooting.

One clean shot can save me,
leave life lying on the pavement.
And that’s just what I need to do:
get control of life,
not end it.