*Record Scratch*
*Freeze Frame*
I’m sure you’re wondering how I got here…
It all began many trips around the sun ago…
When Championships were a plenty…
And fear was lost in the void…
I knew not where I was going…
Though I had an idea…
I dreamt of pigskin throwing…
But the team quality was IKEA…
Losing faith wasn’t by spiritual will…
I could no longer sacrifice myself…
For a team who never will…
Onward and Upward to a new trajectory…
Then depression took over like it infected me…
Caught between the reality of what I felt and the person I wanted to be…
I realized my trajectory was to be a P.I.M.P…
Play the game or leave it alone…
Unfortunately, my heart is already gone.
My Art is My Home.