Practice
When the year starts you are eager to begin
Yet as you go it makes you want to crawl out of your skin
How can something you love make you feel this way
When you enjoy doing it how can you stray away
All year you hope for it to end
Yet every year you tryout again and again
When the time comes for practice to start
You can not calm your rapidly beating heart
When it is time you are all full of cheers and laughter
Yet you check to clock every second after
How can something you love, leave you in tears
Of having to go back to this same place next year?