Taunt me. Do it. I dare you.You'll regret it. I know, I've felt this before.Fight me. Do it. I dare you.You'll back out.I know, I've seen this before.Scream at me. Do it. I dare you.You'll lose it.I know, I've heard this before.I've heard this before.I know, And I lost it.I've seen this before.I know, And I backed out of it.I've felt this before.I know, And I regret it.And here I am again.I kno...

None of it will matter when I land. Perhaps that’s the real trap and not the window seat from which I write. Let me start from the beginning...