Defeat
I tried to fly without a license and took the city to the pavement,
I've lost the fire in the engine that burned blue and strong,
The indestructible now lies back-to-floor enjoying slumber more than time,
Mountains in his mind circle all laughing their cold top tunes,
Waves lash the softness only to find the an immovable squeeze,
The bottle is out of bounds as fingers worry for the future,
He waits for the spasm to set his mind free once again,
But his luck is lacking in recent turntable triumphs,
Air is easy for those who breathe outright,
But I beg you savour the liquid flavour,
As touched as thought prevailed in high endeavour,
I fall to the floor with the force of ten,
The game was lost that day,
That day was lost, not won.