Toronto

grey concrete
white noise
green void
red sirens
colourful people
colourless existence

Ode to Luongo - Time for a repost

Inconsistent
Great one game
Pulled the next
The captain
The one whose name is cheered
Every amazing save
Erased as he watches from the sidelines

Leaves me wondering
Could it be?
That each success
Comes when we give our all
Our whole self
And confidence rises
And rises
And its all so new
For a moment in time
We feel invinceable?

Until the inevitable happens
A failure
A public failure even
And back we go
Back back back

You fool
How could you ever have thought ...
Never give your all like that
Sprawling out
Grasping for all to see

And then we're at a loss
As we return to that familiar place
Outside of the game
Outside of ourselves
The captain on the bench

-AG