the game

Its a physical game of rollin the dice.

With one bullet in the chamber makin ones way thru life.

Roulette of the heart pausin for claims of keep.

Settlin into a mindset with a trump as the lead.

Up to the plate ready to blast one out the park.

Beyond the walls in closed space makin a mark.

A friendly way of play with a poker face.

Tryin to make it home roundin third base.

Its a timin thing where two r on the same page.

Runnin a hundred yards to cross luvs line n be safe.

Back n forth fightin fir a victory lap that goes round n round.

With wheels spinnin as driftin is a chase found.

Takin the checkered flag to victory lane.

It's all in the way the games played.

Jabbin I the middle of the ring cuz the corner had nowhere to go.

Takin n givin every worn down black n blue blow.

Dingin the head rings from the shot fired out the gate.

As legs move faster afraid to be left behind or even be late.

Right down the middle as one touch downs inside an others smile.

Into the memory where history is made n put on file.

A place where names r heard hated or luvd.

Under the faceless armor that jousts a nudge.

Fallin uncontrollably to the bottom of a pile on.

Fightin n diggin for the will to keep goin.

It's a game of hide n seek peekin so it knows for sure.

Callin out Marco n listenin to the engine roar.

As the closer we get the further we r away runnin it's time.

Hopin for overtime cuz one more goal will settle the mind.

Divin in as the splash collapses in n around the body do snug.

Jus to rise for air after bein held under by its touch.

As the drownin sweat rolls n knocks down pins put in place.

With another strike within the frame we turkey again as the pieces lay.

Hunted down as if the game was self n the capture was sweet.

N the final round is fatal n ones down for the count off the feet.