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
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