Pressure

So high he put the pressure in my trailer’s little tire
It blew the end to right off the gauge (I checked lest it go higher);
I got to see just how those gauges work – quite simple they –
Then dropped the pressure so my tire would see another day.

Three things I know they all agree are bad news for our health:
Nutrition – so dependent it on poverty or wealth;
Our weight and shape, how strong we are to throw off cancer’s cells;
And stress – when pressure high in us within our little hells.

I've had two years now since that cancer showed its ugly face,
The stress I've dropped quite massively through facing my “disgrace”;
Nutrition has not changed that much, my weight and shape the same;
How is it I expect that things will not occur again?

I want the last two pressure-cells to drop within my life,
So we can move on forward now for me and for my wife.
The trouble with a team-sport is outsiders get a vote,
And they are focused on themselves, to this I just awoke.

I look around at other folks who stumble on in life
And ask if how I've set things up is good, with all this strife;
Sure, there's no war with guns, and bombs exploding at my door,
But deep inside a time-bomb ticks, and pressure builds some more.

That pressure has to go somewhere, perhaps the weakest link –
Some cell that gets itself turned ’round by toxin’s what I think
As they pass through the colon, pausing at two lower spots
Quite long enough to wreck things up – then cancer’s what we've got.

But Tony Robins says two things are quite unique for each –
Emotion’s level driving us, and what decision’s reached
About how we will face each challenge rising ’fore our lives;
Control of both those factors rests with us, not kids or wives.

So now the date is set to hear pathology’s report;
What happens then reflecting those three areas of work:
The stress is down a lot, but other two are still a mess;
Will I get one more chance to carry on here nonetheless?

I hope so – even if it means some treatment – eeesch! The thought!
Two years not long enough to turn this ship around a lot;
You'd think I'd smarten up and clean the mess up long ago,
But, like so many others, I don't act on what I know.

What happens when I see the doc is now beyond control;
If further treatment is required the medics soon will know;
But that is neither here nor there, what matters now to me
Is if my foolish ways of life a change are going to see.

For now I'm focused up the road, beyond this little glitch;
To life beyond, and if the road I'll drive – or in the ditch;
Like Robins says I've got a choice to make, some facts to face;
Then in behind the choice I make, emotion’s power to place.

Commitment’s what is asked of me – “commit for goodness sake!
Don't dither ’round with options now, a clear commitment make,
Not just about where I will go, but how I'll fly these days –
With throttle full, and mixture rich, carb-heat, chalks pulled away?

With surging engine, speed increased then down the runway fly?
Break through the ground-effect and lift my wings as towards the sky,
And feel the thrill again of rising high into the clouds,
The silence of the atmosphere cut through with engine loud?

I'm going to fly, from this day forth, and rise above the ground;
The giant, my decision, wakened – energy now found
To be the fuel of passion, mixed with carburetor’s air,
Ignited by magneto’s spark, high pressure harnessed there.

For steel, and valves, and pistons harness pressure from within;
So driveshaft spins propeller fast, to lift till air is thin;
There's nothing wrong with pressure, if it has a place to go,
With walls of steel alloy forged by pressure long ago.

For lift requires a high degree of pressure from within,
If ground-effect's to lose its grip, the pull of where we've been;
It's then we rise, trim up the stick, set course, and level out;
Our mission being passion-mixed with Spirit’s joyful shout.

So fly I will, not drive along between two ditches deep;
I'm Air Force, not the army, or the Navy in the deep.
We each have places where we fit, regardless of our past;
Into that future I now fly, direction set at last.

If everyone's preoccupied with selves, I'll not be missed,
As I move onward in my life, with clouds of heaven kissed;
So much to do, so little time, yet logarithmic scale
Though slow to rise in doubled life, has rapid rising tail.

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