Team's lined up, the whistle's blown,

Rules all pored over, plan's all drawn out,

Each step marked and each move detailed

And then feet of lead raise that first doubt

Stuck, you numb to the world raging around

Miss the team's yells and the timer's shrieks,

Lost in turmoil to find that elusive beast

Called purpose, that'd delineate the future, now bleak

It's been said often, it's been said well,

And each time the lament loses its sheen

In the face of maturity and some calm,

One but laughs at how silly one's been

But yet it's said often and will be said more so

For every now and then, life throws a moment

When all will yearns to go astray

And every decision craves to be bent

So in creeps, doubt, a friendly beast

Gets you talking for hours, at least,

And takes you through all that could have been

Making sure with care, each frame, you've seen

Then bids adieu leaving a raging war

In the bowels of the mind, not even far

So the night passes in restless wait

For the dawn, which for sure, does bait

But here, at last, creeps the sun's rays

And that's the last of the war, you pray

The sounds go silent, you hear no bombs

But it's just a calm before the storm, dear one

For it's a game He loves to play often

And He's sure to tease you again, for fun...

So best just sleep on it, and wait for day

Wish I learned to listen, at least once, to what I say!!