Plans are what I always have, but I don't stick to it.
Ever since they announced there was the 11th National Wushu Championship,
I have to shift my attention elsewhere.
Things I've paid attention previously was left untouched.
Until a week before the Competition, I picked up the fallen blade.
I asked myself, "can I perform a miracle with it?"

With the doubt in my head, the week passed as if there wasn't a week.
I cleared my head and went into the carpet, but the fear remained.
I lost myself inside, and the results were unsatisfactory.
Speed has its advantages, and so does it have its disadvantages.
Unfortunately lady luck wasn't on my side.

The first event did a fatal blow. On the outside, I didn't waver.
But deep inside, I made a wild guess.
And the worst has happened, wild guesses became reality.

It was a heavy jolt. A jolt that I couldn't swallow.
Despite the explanations. Despite the knowing.
My heart wouldn't rest.
The mistakes I shouldn't have made, has been repeated.
It was Extremely Depressing.
But it's over.

Still, Anxiety remains as the future doesn't seem promising.
Guarantees may be given, but who knows?
And further down the timeline, where future is uncertain,
Where all my hopes are placed there.
It's a gamble, 1/3 chance.



They said, aim for the top and that's where you'll go.
I aimed. And I fell. Again.
I shouldn't be falling on this one.