Gone
by Andrew McFarlan
(St Andrews, Scotland, United Kingdom)
Standing, trembling, but dying to fly
To soar like a bird through the cold winter sky
Ducking and diving and trying to be seen
And acquiring a fondness for a life less clean
Away from the humdrum of everyday stillness
Away from the office and weekday illness
Relieved of the comforts of everyday life
Of my diehard boss and my troublesome wife
Just one more look at the ground below
One more take and I'm ready to flow
Aching for ecstasy, dreaming of waking
To get something back for the beating I'm taking
It's all on me now, they're forming a crowd
They don't even know me, but word gets around
Knowing fine well that they want me to do it
Telepathically telling me there's nothing much to it
And I'm nervous, but why? In one leap I'll be gone
Gone from the trappings of the ground I'm upon
Gone from the depths of the world that's below
And I'm nervous, and ready, and waiting to go
So I take one look back at the gathering crowd
Willing, and able, and ever so proud
Free and amazed and feeling I've foiled
The theory that golf is a good walk spoiled
