Course Correction

Am I supposed to takeover
It seems whenever I begin
Whatever is already in motion
Begins to tremble with the wind

When I'm in the cockpit
Trying to steer fearful and stiff
Shifting gears, course correcting
Through thick fog and turbulence 

Preparing to land on the skids
Heading for canopy covered ridges
Can't ditch now amid tailwinds
All I can do is commit

And prepare for impact
How do I end up in this position?
I was securely intact
Now I'm spinning like whirligigs

Gripping the instructors booklet
Which is just as gibberish
If it was written in hieroglyphics
Why so ambiguous

Inhaling with shallow breath
Gasping ready for wreckage
A test dummy strapped in
An expendable lemming

But do I ever actually crash
Is there actually anything wrong
Just because It's out of my control
Doesn't mean all is lost

If I just relax, trust the flow
Notice whats fine all along
Finally conscious
There was no need to course correct at all.