Etc.

growing up,

I never wanted the normal things,

money, good job, family, etc.,

my vision was always a stage,

playing rock and roll music,

in front of huge, cheering crowds,

with everyone who never believed (in me),

who never thought I’d be much of anything,

old girl friends, parents, teachers, etc.,

sitting in the front row,

realizing just how wrong they

had been;

it was this vision,

that made me play so hard in sports,

even though I could have cared less,

about winning or losing,

it was the roar of a crowd,

during a touchdown run,

or game winning hit,

that I lived for,

and even though I talked about

all the other things,

teamwork, hustle, hard work, etc.,

tt was all bullshit,

it was never about anything

but adulation;

and payback;

my life was a lie then,

just as it is today,

as I go to my dead end job,

pretending to be a good husband, father,

co-worker, etc.,

talking about right and wrong, morality,

beliefs, etc.,

telling my daughter about teamwork,

hustle, hard work, etc.,

when inside, I’m still standing on that stage,

before thousands of screaming, adoring fans,

looking down at old girlfriends, parents, teachers, etc.,

screaming into the microphone;

“see!”

“you were wrong all along!”

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