God bless the stress
That shows through the clothes and way we dress
Cheeks flexed in the back of too-short athletic shorts stuffed with collared shirts
Retorts and commands firing off while camel toes jostle in the front
And jack-asses like flapjacks sit in the back
This coach wants his team to go the distance
Chances of continuing the winning streak sleek while
Streaks of sweat wet and soak his jawstring waistband
Bands playing louder than ever
Arms hovering over rusty bleachers interlocked and then coming un-tethered
Feathers falling as the last ball (and hope) takes its flight
Bright lights all seeming a bit brighter
Noises a bit more deafening
It's happening...
And it's a dropped pass
Classes and scores of hearts stopping at once
As what-ifs fill behind red-cracked eyes
And scores are made final
Spinal conflict-ions all around as like-crested brothers
Fall to their knees and seize their companions
See it's experiences like these that we need in our life
Not to say that there is no place for winning in our lives
But rather to say that now a days we could bear to take a few on the chin
I think nowadays we've gotten too used to handouts and don't know what it is to persevere anymore
Like fear is nothing to be muddled or meddled with if it leaves puddles in our hearts we steer clear and peddle our little fragile childish consciousness away from the door
And never make our presence known
Vacancy is the easy way out
Cloud your mind with what the world may sell you as the easier, higher road
But be mindful to remember that those people never have their stories told on big screens
Or inked artfully into the spines of books
Though it makes for smoother seas
The world will forget
That shows through the clothes and way we dress
Cheeks flexed in the back of too-short athletic shorts stuffed with collared shirts
Retorts and commands firing off while camel toes jostle in the front
And jack-asses like flapjacks sit in the back
This coach wants his team to go the distance
Chances of continuing the winning streak sleek while
Streaks of sweat wet and soak his jawstring waistband
Bands playing louder than ever
Arms hovering over rusty bleachers interlocked and then coming un-tethered
Feathers falling as the last ball (and hope) takes its flight
Bright lights all seeming a bit brighter
Noises a bit more deafening
It's happening...
And it's a dropped pass
Classes and scores of hearts stopping at once
As what-ifs fill behind red-cracked eyes
And scores are made final
Spinal conflict-ions all around as like-crested brothers
Fall to their knees and seize their companions
See it's experiences like these that we need in our life
Not to say that there is no place for winning in our lives
But rather to say that now a days we could bear to take a few on the chin
I think nowadays we've gotten too used to handouts and don't know what it is to persevere anymore
Like fear is nothing to be muddled or meddled with if it leaves puddles in our hearts we steer clear and peddle our little fragile childish consciousness away from the door
And never make our presence known
Vacancy is the easy way out
Cloud your mind with what the world may sell you as the easier, higher road
But be mindful to remember that those people never have their stories told on big screens
Or inked artfully into the spines of books
Though it makes for smoother seas
The world will forget
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