You give me a tickly tummy
when I’m ready to race.
I try not to be scared of you,
knowing you’ll up my pace.
You make me feel sick sometimes.
You always bring along some dread
that I won’t be able to perform.
I fear coming last instead.
So, how can I use you to guide me,
to help me think positive things?
Cos surely the butterflies you send me
are there to give me wings…?