claiming it…
i could be,
i could be,
i could be,
leaping for a fly ball
ferrying a puck
swinging a club made of iron or wood
it’s all about testing”¦some deep place within
i could be on,
a diamond
a track
on ice or a fairway
i could be courting some opponent worthy
i could be,
scoring
shooting under par
firing an ace
crossing a line at some finish
i could be pitching a flag at the top of some peak
winning”¦
but instead i’m here, inspired all the same
scaling my own mountains
cracking the code to THIS soul
claiming it
just me and the light filtering in
a contest supreme
meandering the quiet, the truth
making my way back
exalted like the pitcher, the striker and the guard
yet who’s keeping score?
no trophies
no cheering
no medals
no podium finish
just me here in the stillness, wrapped in the breath
charged to channel this will transformed
the merit not all mine
cracking the code to THIS soul
claiming it”¦
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