“The real glory is being knocked to your knees and then coming back. That’s real glory. Thats the essence of it.” – Vince Lombardi Jr.
A ball flies away, on it’s own steam.
Headed out of the game, its in its own beam
Never wanting to land, but trajectory rules
Never doesn’t matter, rebound powers the tools
The way it flies, a reaction to the hit
Never looking back, it traces a good clip
We all can react to the strikes made
We all can respond and let the critics fade
We all can rebound, reach back toward the sky
We all can reach an orbit and sail on by…this world