Troublesome love . . .
will not let you sleep . . .
Sort of like a basketball game . . .
Questions are bounced mad and furiously
against the hard wood floor with only
more questions bouncing back .
Meanwhile someone is trying to steal
your dreams causing you to twist and turn distorting your image .
And you fight your way down
the court of life and toss your hopes and
dreams into the air and pray to God . . .
go in.