Running into the Unpracticed

My Nikes are laced
and my legs are locked
I find myself balancing
on a thin-wired catwalk
I've got two feet to make
a simple decision,
a left to cause backaches
and a right to bring television
But on the catwalk's bridge,
I take my left foot higher
No longer standing on the ridge,
I'm making myself a flyer
Dozens of kids standing around
in wonder of the self
I've come and found
No more hiding in bookshelves
or in Rachel's living room
I'm making a new entrance
with a bang and a pop
and a lightning kaboom