Tough not-to get-down
When you blow a late lead.
The win was in sight,
But you started to bleed.
The shark smelled the blood;
Game over. Good night.
It was like a bad dream;
Wasn’t even a fight.
Momentum shifted;
A slippery slope.
Not a thing you could do.
There was no hope.
Like watching a train wreck;
You couldn’t stop it.
You knew it was coming,
But you’d-already lost it.
Did-you-take-your foot off the gas?
What exactly went wrong?
You know something changed
Before the fat lady’s song.
Whatever it was,
You-don’t-want-to be there again.
You do what it takes
So that next time you’ll win.
NOT FOR RANT 