Never afraid, note to self: I'm in trouble!
Over the Dales seems I've burst my own bubble.
Perhaps one too many ill-advised flights of fancy.
A little too windy at least I didn't bring Nancy!
Right now what to do as my Cessna keeps rocking?
A single propeller stutters near stopping.
Could I please just wake up before my heart too is stalling?
Higher and lower till I flip and start falling.
Utterly devoid now of reason and rhyme,
Though still I hang on try to loop and align.
Even all seeming lost I have yet one last prayer,
Solemn fingers uncross as what I seek isn't there...
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