

we are all equal...not because of yesterday, not because of today, ...but becasue of tomorrow.
i'm on the move, playing my latest of groves...i'm i'm the grove, playing my latest of moves.
playing with fireworks.
Playing defense.
playing my nickles like dimes don't even exist.
always bake cookies for the team, it doesn't matter if they're kids or playing in the nhl.
the epitome of working hard and playing hard.
spite me.
i'm not asking anyone to teach me, i never have.
there is never a time to stop, even after the snowmen have turned into little mounds of flattened out slush, even when your heart is strung out like a pinata and beaten, even when your jaw is swollen from clenching your teeth with passion, and when you know the last song you'll ever here is playing and you're all alone, from there i breathe a little harder and wait for the next day, as i watch the sunrise grace the horizon and learn to never look back again.