Pour it out
a perfect phrase
there’s no way
of getting some things
back
and every night
at every second
mere feet
from disaster
cars course
along the freeway
Beyond the exit
a soccer match
is being written out
under the spill
of floodlights
by leg and sinew
and there’s many ways
the game could go
but in the end it can
only go one of them
so much determined
by these white
painted lines
like how a car stays
in its lane or
doesn’t–
OPTIONAL POETRY 
How well you can view and put it in words ! Kudos!
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Shocking and thought provoking. Really well thought out
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Thanks, Andy!
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