One Day

Colorado Crossroads. If you know what that means you will understand this poem.

Three days.

All that pain coming down to one day.

One shot,

One chance,

To prove that you are something.

 

This is the place

Where dreams are made

And taken away.

A place where freedom is felt.

All you have to do is play.

 

Sounds simple, right?

Well you would be wrong dear friend.

Blood, sweat, tears, and bruises

That's what happens in our game.

And yet, we all still play.

 

For just one second,

One chance,

To make something happen.

For once to feel free.

My chance.. to BE free.