salvaged

Still space to breathe
       so exhale I must
In a silent dance
to work out the rust
I spin around
& shake off the dust
Keeping myself
 from going nuts...

It's a battle, it's a struggle
Each encounter building muscle
Moving forward causing trouble
Flagrant actions hardly subtle

In a cage or on the screen
A level field with room to dream
Make your mark & the people scream
with relevant questions
                                         of self esteem

Dodging suspicion with slight of hand
Distracting crowds behind the band
Welcomed home on foreign land
with former footprints
                               still in the sand

Before the end we must retort
Repetitive thoughts
have fallen short
Still with reason, I can report
These moves of madness
         were all in sport...