Bye-bye Thruster

Bye-bye Thruster

There was once a time I was crash-landing. 

Hard, I would've hit the landing,

Not sleeping but standing,

For my thruster, crying. 

In that pulse of a moment,

In my mood of lament,

In that moment which I hated,

A thought that could be debated. 

A chute,

I can shoot,

Time to align myself, I can loot.

Then I can land on a sure-foot.

This velocity,

One without parity..

A daredevil's felicity,

One with great ferocity.

What's my chance to launch?

Only if there were someone to signal me with a conch

The right time to launch

My one last shot.

Why wait, Launch one now!

A push of a button,

Failing, I'd be roast mutton,

Push away!

Hoping success,

Sound of gases compress,

My speed regress,

A moment of joy's progress.

A landing of a smoother sort,

Shout at gravity with a great retort,

Stuck on the ground, rocketshat hot,

All this tailed a brilliant thought.

I don't need extra wings,

I don't need thrusters to reach twinklings. 

All that I need chain-links;

Fuel to take me 3 clicks. 

There I have someone dear,

Who experiment on things far and near,

They'll help me back, clean and clear,

An only escape route from here.

Build myself into a thruster,

All my traits I shall muster,

Into one big cluster,

Chains of carbon shall fluster.

Off into space I shall shoot myself,

With haste, like one with no grace,

With a look of confidence and awesomeness on my face,

I'll say, Bye Bye Thruster!