Zone

Zone

In the zone you own the ozone

Timing is yours to make and decides the tone

Split second left or right would ruin the day

Then when destiny smiles you can make gold out of clay

Not easy or light and, you’ve had your frights

Combined with ability and mind, worked to get it right

So ingredients all ready, you throw the dice

It’s then that you’re chosen and kissed or, iced

That touch makes achievement look easy

Inch exact each counting lap is not sleazy

In that zone time leaves you alone

Allows the concentrating mind to reign

The scars from defeat remain and sometimes pain

But they also remind about a world outside the top plane

For destiny always turns and the end zone burns

That’s when inner strength once more will carry the burdens