Life asked for more

What’s the trouble with being a gymnast?

I’ll tell you

There is none

Aside from the hate spilling credences of the less physically fit

Perhaps they don’t see the glory in a successful break dance around the sawhorse

Or perhaps they simply want to exile all five star athletes onto an island of fifteen hour day desk jobs

Perhaps, perhaps

Or perhaps there is a small fiber

Embedded in every IT tech and data entry man that just wants to snap off onto those who were called to the weight room at an early age

And who stayed there until they

Were given golden trophies and Kellogs sponsorship deals

It really doesn’t matter

There is no waking up from the dead end nightmare

Or is there?

Life asked for more