i run up the mountain
trying to find my way

up passed nikkel and
hendricksen – the old

vine cabernet. It’s hard
but mom says I’m sure

to grow strong like the
vines that’ve always

surrounded me, defining
my spirit, giving me life.

so i’m truly relentless and
have no fear as i run up

the mountain each day
just so i can crumble

gasping in the heat and
dust and sweat, my lungs

screaming loud across
the quiet green valley:

who’s the idiot who said
that soccer was life?