On the Shoulders of Average

I trained in a gym where no weights were waiting
Where no instructor had instruction on coping with issues
A place were a rowing machine meant learning to argue to save love, not overcome imaginary tidal concerns.
If I failed in the six pack challenge, and the ongoing game of looking good in a mirror,
it's not because I didn't want to impress you.
But the inconsiderable task of taking across stormy waters the one that I love won out
over being able to climb up steps, and sweat on command.
I may never be able to pull a Double Decker Bus with my teeth, but whenever you need someone to lift you out of the dark of your day,
I'll be right where you want me and I promise I'll stay.