Saturday, September 5, 2015

Football in a Loop (2015)

I mean to, I mean to
As if all my old broken vows weren't 
Already flagstones on my road to hell 
I'm maintaining, I tell myself 
This is just a rebuilding year 
But I missed the draft and I'm knocked on my ass 
Just contemplating the new season 
Life is just a game we play 
It's just a game and I don't have to play 
Not if I don't want to 
And the line looks mean and the field looks muddy 
But it's silly, all these measurements 
To tell me where the ball is at 
I know how to carry a ball 
I can see the goalposts from here 
They're tall and far away but I can see them 
And I know I need plenty of hydration 
But if I'm not running to catch a pass
Or slugging it out on the defensive line 
I can get by with less

The bench is cool and comfortable 
And I can see well enough where I am 
The players with their face guards 
Like masks in a chorus, my teammates,
And they're singing, play, play 
Because they know me and they want me in the game 
But I ran a play or two before 
And I got knocked around pretty bad 
They tell me to shake it off, and I say, no
I say no, the way I am, it got me here 
To where I am today. 

Where I am today 
Is a two-room apartment with mold on the walls 
And a car that works just well enough 
To get me to my dead-end job 
To earn money to pay for auto repair. 

What will I pass on to members of my team, 
My brothers, fresh-faced rookies, and coaches 
Who stuck with me always when I was down 
What will I tell them about my dreams 
Look where dreams get you, I'll say.  
But I'm already saying it. My failure to play 
Means I'm already telling my team to give up. 

Hell is on the horizon and I 
Can see the smoke rising, blotting out 
My view of the end zone. I need to rise up 
Above the smoke and the mud and the noise 
I need to get away from the commentators 
Second-guessing my every strategy 
I need to get this game straight in my head 
Because if I don't, I might as well 
Sit back down and nurse my injuries 
Maybe the water boy will listen 
As I tell him how it used to be 
Before the smoke swallowed up the game 
And how hurting my leg ended my career. 

I don't want to be an old athlete. 
I'd rather be young, but I'm too old now 
But I can still be an athlete. Better than rotting 
My life out on the bench. 
I need to reach the goal. 
And I mean to, I mean to.