I live like I play soccer
full-tilt, all out, I grin
easily forgetting that
pain hurts, we’re not all God
For myself I care nothing
but I don’t play alone
and if you’re hurt my world explodes
(Life quick-bright-gone, like fireworks)
I play by running harder
falling more and rising faster
caring more about performance
than “harm's way’s” locale
Next day’s sore and limping
Next week’s bruise’d still
but if I pleased you, all is well
and if I’ve failed then
that I’m hurt
doesn’t make the list of my concerns
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