Oops

 Of all the things I dared and tried,
my downfall was a shoe untied,

I scaled the cliffs of doubt and fear,

whispered truths no one would hear.

I danced on roofs, I raced the rain,

outran heartache, dodged the pain,

but pride, it seems, can trip you flat—

a careless loop, imagine that.

No villain's plot, no fateful tide,

just pavement, haste, and hope denied.

So if you seek what brought me low,

check the laces—then you’ll know.