Found my place,
Time to leave without a trace.
Now focus,
with everything moving, not much faster than a tortoise.
Step, Step, Step, thunk
spinning furiously, takin' out the wood by the chunk
across the arrow
flying as straight as a one winged sparrow,
but right before fallin'.
It stops approaching the cliff stallin',
and whips back to the middle as if on it's own little track.
Smack!
1,2,3,4,5,6,
X
The X
What I always try to expect, waitin' for the ball.
Damn lanes, will it return at all
this stupid thing, Now to start again.
