Gravity

Can I handle this situation?
The tension I'm feeling is such a strange sensation
All eyes are on me, screaming for affirmation
I'm being crushed by the gravity.

There's no room for levity
No time to think for any longevity
I'll have to make a choice with brevity
Under this oppressive gravity.

Why am I, of all people, in the spotlight?
What reason do they have to indict
An anxious, wary man like me. What a slight!
Ah! This overwhelming gravity!

Should my answer be wise and full of logic?
Should it stem from emotion, be demagogic?
I'm scared stiff that whatever I say it'll come across caustic
When pulled in by this compelling gravity.

What will become of my image
After this despicable scrimmage?
I'm afraid there's no escape. There's no leaving an afterimage
Because of this tyrannical gravity.

Why all the worry?
It'll only make your mind blurry
And all your words slurry
So friend, this is my advice to you.

Be damned what you say!
So what if you've the devil to pay?
Yourself you should never betray
Beneath this gravity, that's all the more true.

If it comes not from the soul
It doesn't matter if they extoll
For you've lost control
And that's something you may never undo.