For Coach

Buzz!
Ughhh 6:30 AM
But it's ok...
It's Saturday.
Time to wake up and play tennis.
Time to see the crazy old man in the fishing hat,
who tests us to see if we can
handle the heat of the kitchen without choppin the broccoli,
or catch the butterfly without being an Indian with two tents.
Time to hang with the other tennis biotches and go on an epic search for gummy worms.
But now practice is over, and so the game,
Time to take the winnings: all those years of education
and say good bye to the crazy old man who helped teach us so much
and opened our eyes to the world.

High

I am the sand.
The waves come crashing onto me.
I can't grasp them, yet they manage to drown me in their power.
I am thrown all over, trying to find the ground
But I just keep moving.

I'm scared I want to stop, but the waves won't let me go
and my cries go unheard.

I am trapped in an ocean of never ending emotions that i can't
escape.