It's a funny feeling,
to have a conversation
with a field hockey ball
It wasn't even a conversation,
really
Mostly I just gave it a baleful glare
For being hit straight towards the cage
And stopping
RIGHT BEFORE IT
It truly didn't affect me in any way,
simply my inner angst
at my poor performance
being taken out on this innocent round
piece of plastic
Mostly, for eluding me
Yet, still stopping,
not by my efforts
But by the lack of force applied to it
It could have gone in
Or,
It could have been blocked
Instead,
it chose to rest
just before the finish line
taunting me,
Proving to me,
that my effort is completely unnecessary
That,
even an invisible entity
known as air resistance + friction
can do my job for me
Oh,
By now you're probably wondering
who I am in this scenario
Considering,
If I was an offender,
attempting to shoot
I'd desire the ball to cross
And I'd push it in
rather than subject it to my resentment
You, see
I,
am the goalie
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 10:54 PM UTC
It's a funny feeling,
to have a conversation
with a field hockey ball
It wasn't even a conversation,
really
Mostly I just gave it a baleful glare
For being hit straight towards the cage
And stopping
RIGHT BEFORE IT
It truly didn't affect me in any way,
simply my inner angst
at my poor performance
being taken out on this innocent round
piece of plastic
Mostly, for eluding me
Yet, still stopping,
not by my efforts
But by the lack of force applied to it
It could have gone in
Or,
It could have been blocked
Instead,
it chose to rest
just before the finish line
taunting me,
Proving to me,
that my effort is completely unnecessary
That,
even an invisible entity
known as air resistance + friction
can do my job for me
Oh,
By now you're probably wondering
who I am in this scenario
Considering,
If I was an offender,
attempting to shoot
I'd desire the ball to cross
And I'd push it in
rather than subject it to my resentment
You, see
I,
am the goalie
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