Gravity

Can I handle this situation?

The tension I'm feeling is such a strange sensation

All eyes are on me, screaming for affirmation

I'm being crushed by the gravity.

 

There's no room for levity

No time to think for any longevity

I'll have to make a choice with brevity

Under this oppressive gravity.

 

Why am I, of all people, in the spotlight?

What reason do they have to indict

An anxious, wary man like me. What a slight!

Ah! This overwhelming gravity!

 

Should my answer be wise and full of logic?

Should it stem from emotion, be demagogic?

I'm scared stiff that whatever I say it'll come across caustic

When pulled in by this compelling gravity.

 

What will become of my image

After this despicable scrimmage?

I'm afraid there's no escape. There's no leaving an afterimage

Because of this tyrannical gravity.

 

Why all the worry?

It'll only make your mind blurry

And all your words slurry

So friend, this is my advice to you.

 

Be damned what you say!

So what if you've the devil to pay?

Yourself you should never betray

Beneath this gravity, that's all the more true.

 

If it comes not from the soul

It doesn't matter if they extol

For you've lost control

And that's something you may never undo