Confidence flees
From my quivering limbs
While fear demands
I avert my eyes

And travel
Sullen, battered, and unseen

Thundering voices
Trek proudly beyond
With solid ground beneath them
The day, they’ll surely reap

And all its fine treasures
Hastily, fastened to their cloth

With ailing resolve
I lumber along
In a slow unraveling
As onlookers depart