Did you ever stop to think
In between the games we play
In the heat of the battle
That maybe we’re meant to lose to each other
In order to find ourselves?

In seeking victory
Perhaps we lost sight
Of ourselves, our goal.

We fight the breakdown
Avoid the breakup
Force the shakedown
Love the make-up

We cry “Do Over!”
And then do nothing
Find a four-leaf clover
And think it’s something

You aren’t lucky
I’m not that sane
But we pretend solely
For the love of the game.

09/08/2006

Posted on 09/08/2006
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