I stand there, a snowman waiting for his carrot nose,
Numbers racing as they fly around and towards.
Children slipping on God’s tears,
Slipping and sliding like a water slide.

The ball sits quietly at my feet, staring at my confusion.
There is no order, no mathematical formula to fix my problem.
This lacks all comparison to what I see on the sleek plasma of my television.
I guess they are professionals and we are the disorganized numbers of a lottery machine.

Each number represents a certain characteristic, but I see a number 9 playing defense,
Ughh… What are you doing, as the ball moves from side to side.
I receive the ball once again, looking for a passionate comrade to aid me, but I am alone.
In the corner, I am in solitude, three forms of the same color jockeying my every move.

Clips of professionals doing Maradonas, Rainbows and Elasticos bounce in my head.
Left, Right, Straight, Back, every decision adding an extra butterfly to my stomach.
I cannot breathe, I cannot speak, all I can do is stand, frozen in time.
I would rather have zombies cornering me.

At least they are not as coordinated.
I could push through them overpowering their lifeless bodies.
However, sadly I have warm-blooded athletes mocking my train of thought.
I want to just push forward without a fight and hope God rewards me,

But I know if I do, I will end up face first in the floor eating dirt.
But would eating a dirt cake be more pleasurable than going through mental torture?
I do not know, Cristiano Ronaldo seems to enjoy it more.
Well I am not a Cristiano Ronaldo, a doer, I am a thinker.

Call me Aristotle or Socrates if you like.
I am, in a way, an athletic philosopher at heart and in mind.
I lack the comprehension and brilliance associated with a real philosopher,
But similar to them I would rather talk about issues then actually solve them.

I stand there, as minutes move in slow motion staring aimlessly,
I see numbers, the beautiful sunset and the freshness of the grass.
I calculate equations, sing songs, even recite Pi,
Anything to postpone my eventual decision.

I am suddenly snapped back into reality, Uhh Ohh…
Standing helplessly in my Desolation Row.