Alive, and free, in an American game

When last is last

And I have moved

Beyond the space of movement

Into still

Please know that I

Was the only enemy I had

The only source of discomfort known

Was truly me

And to look up and see

That ball fly free

Into the great wide sky and beyond

Any confines of mortal men alive

In those moments I smiles

More than wider can wide

Because there I was free

And with those teammates most alive

And inline

Saying "good game"

That was me