Our game.
(inspired by the ongoing
NHL hockey lockout)
60 Watts of
power play
Should be enough for any
day
To
light the
dreary nights away
And keep our
demon thoughts at bay
But when the
filament does go out
The
goals are secretly moved about
Our game is gone, we start to
shout
The
dark nights scare us all no doubt
With
darkness a new
reality comes
You're going to die, it softly hums
You
pass, you
score, you
fight over crumbs
Your game is
pointless, it
wickedly strums
The next
morning, however, our
eyes open wide
With a
twinkle of
knowledge, the night has just
died
An
idea emerges, of a
thought left un-tried
We'll play
shinny all day, you pick your side
No
power is needed when we become
young
With
dangles and
dekes and
warmth from the
sun
We
pause for a
moment, then
skate like we've won
Our game never quite seemed, like so much
fun.