Do I have what it takes?
 Can I let off the brakes
    lighten my load
  and fly down the road
     with a smile on my face?
Just try and keep pace,
 ‘cause I’m ready to go –
 tired of moving so slow
    ‘cause I’m scared
  that I’m not prepared
    for the challenge ahead.
   Two friends are dead;
        I just get older;
      the seasons get colder;
    potential becomes regret…
       so, am I free yet?
     So tired and worn
      but solemnly sworn
      to finish the race.
   I know my place:
     up in the clouds,
   far above the crowds,
   and I’m willing to bet
    that I’ll get there yet.
Head and heart may be sore,
 but I jam my foot to the floor,
  and this creaking frame shakes.
      I do have what it takes.
  By aid of my verbosity,
    I’ve reached escape velocity.
I’m soaring into the sky,
 roaring my last goodbye,
      as I get intimate
         with the Infinite.