It
is so near yet so far
We
hear it so often in our times
The
pumping flow excitement in the eyes
The
saliva flowing thinking it will be there
The
faces glow the eyes bright
We
sense the labour of fruition
We
can feel it in our minds
It
is just one more game....
Then
the unthinkable happens
The
changing wind the off course drives
We
sink deeper into the dark hole
Dreaming
of a victory but it fails in our hands
It
is so near yet so far
We
try to muscle our last ounce to go
The
wind takes us out in the open
The
feathered wings floating in our eyes
The
smell of winning puffing up smoke
There
is no way to reach the step
It
is just one win to make the difference
It
is so near yet so far
The
celebration rings in the minds
It
takes the wind out of the focus
Putting
it too much weight into the game
It
is so near yet so far
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