The Game

You give your best, you lose, you succeed, you wish you had pushed yourself to do little better in the last leg, you watch the spectators.

Series of games, a sport called life.

Each series makes you better, each person on and off the field effects you.

You slip, and you seek an encouraging look, someone else slips and you realize that despite everything we all are on the same team... even the spectators playing their own game in their own field.

Things complicate and you look for distractions, a face, a sign, a cheer.. the goal sometimes a distraction. You stumble and wish then for ten hurdles to come your way to prove yourself to self.

I am a speck in the field, a speck everyone’s looking at , a speck that wins.. that stumbles, a speck that looks at you, upon you.. for you.

A speck that may be your distraction, a speck you put all your hopes on, a speck that you look out for.