Rugby
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Riding the waves from side to side Chasing a glorious dream of mineWith the plans of heading north as I flicker to the WestI know that life is a test Impaired but still going Broken but willing, I must keep my oars rowing The long passage forge my
With each heavy breath, the world slows down around me
With each number added to the board, the fire inside burns higher
With every footstep, my legs turn into wheels on a downward slope
You might not know what the pitch is.
In fact, no one knows until you get there.
Rugby practice number one, what are you even doing ?
In fact, no one knows until you start.
I play the game of pain
of bruises and wounds
Anger will be released
Tears will be shed
You’ll be left with battle scars
Little symbols to show you’re hearts in the game
