Protecting your goalie and preventing a goal. Truly graceful.
“Every day is a great day for hockey.”
Cerebral tissue is numb
Mindless words pass through a soft cloud.
Blah, blah, blah goes the hen.
The answers float in front of
The wicked roosters bloody eyes.
Will my eyes see through
The clouds ai night, foggy haze
Marking time, blinded?
Resent reality and
Accept lies as truth
What is it that connects us?
Do we share the same hopes and dreams?
Riding a plush orange sunset as it slowly melts
Behinds the trees and into the horizon,
Are we connected through time?
The slow measure of yesterday and the quick tempo
of today moves us as our lives touch and then fade away.
What is it then that connects us?
Don’t we all flow from the same fountain?
The fork in the road, the bend in the river,
Our differences should serve as inspiration, but instead we
Let the dagger of the vile and repugnant rule.