thrill
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Steps away from deathMinutes away from the endAs here I stand, my crossroadsEverything I thought I knew“Kill or be Killed?”The wordsThe taste of poison off my tongueTo save a life?Her life?
It is just me and you,
In this mini colloseum,
Watching these amateur singers perform
Crowded though it is,
Smokers though we all are,
In the fading light of a day gone by,
Anxiety.
One of the many things,
That can drive me insane.
Consistently waiting for something,
Or in my case,
Someone.
We stand as one; a team.
Never backing down from the challange to win; we fight until the end.
We live for this, the adreneline rushing through our veins, the excitement that runs bone deep when we crash the net.
Each person comes into this world with a destiny,
something to fulfill, with a message to be delivered,
and with work to be completed!
Our destiny is now,
and together we have work to fulfill.
Every time I step on the field
My mind is set on the game
I don't pay attention to anyone else besides
My team and I
When the whistle blows
I am on my toes getting ready
For the ball to come by me
(I’m getting chill bumps on my arms. It’s getting harder to breath, I feel lighter. I’m running as fast as I can, pushing as hard as I can. I’m getting closer and closer with seconds.
Flow of adrenaline through the veins
and all under the control of the reins
from the steering to the acceleration
everything is limited only by your pride satisfaction
with the pulse of a button or the stroke of a key
