Poem -

My Life

It's the perfect game.

Doing what you love while making a name.. For yourself.

Pushing to exceed all limits and expectations.

Endeavoring, to overcome any and all possible limitations,

and all the spectators should take my words for consideration.

There is no we in team, but it is obviously applied,

there may be a me in team, but it is openly denied.

That field we battle on is where our spirits thrive,Ā 

so many memories and emotions hidden behind all of our eyes,

and there's no way I can help you understand or realize.

how gut wrenching it is to lose, knowing you couldn't of done anything more,

or how electrifying it is to win, glancing at the final score.

How nearly crippling yourself is almost like a goal,

to push the limits of your body with your heart and your soul.

How to give your everything to play precise and mercilessly,

taking every single down seriously and personally,

making your opponent play scared and conservatively,

giving him your unforgettable impression permanently.

how to get the motor started with a little motivation,

how to deal with all the mayhem, never breaking concentration,

or how to get all engines roaring from your fuel, determination.

i guess all the spectators will never truly know,

how much more there is to this game than what we openly show

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Jai Masters

Joshua what a gem you have written.

i benefitted immensely through readingĀ 

your open words. Recommended &

favourited this is pure joy to read as you give soĀ 

much here!Ā 

Best wishes Jai :)

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