It was a routine risk That not even hindsight can find fault But on a day like this Every shot Every miss Seem to imply predestination
In the arena There are always those who choose To stay longer Long after the encore Gently sent you off Long after the big horn Cut through a cardiac conclusion
There are some who stay A few more minutes than they should The lingering mist of a moment That can’t be held Yet held like fooled
As everything worked for Pent up, built up To an eventful culmination Eventually halts to a full stop
And as the drill goes for all Return to work Return to life Save up for another ride
But for now Knowing what he knows Looking around at this moment With the house lights fully blown Maybe he’ll stay a little longer Before he moves on
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