What the Future Holds

Sitting here, on the side of this turf field,

I know that there is something to be done,

There is only talent to be revealed,

Now we are ready, it has just begun.

There is only one difficult option,

And there seems to be only one question,

Everyone takes the field with such caution.

I feel that this is in my possession.

It begins with the blow of a whistle,

We take off, leaving nothing behind us,

Blasting off, similar to a mistle.

There are many things that we have to adjust.

Now we await to see our destined fate,
I’m out of Maine and into New York state.