I gave up my profession, my friends, for you.
I couldn’t abandon you at the last moment.
We had walked and talked words and worlds
for so long a time together that I couldn’t imagine
a life without you. My heart, my epicenter, my passion,
did I not fully choose you over friends, family, football
and its fame, fortune, fun and fastness? Did I not? Tell me!
Were I not willing to sacrifice my time and sanity on the altar
of the pen and paper? Had I not seen wise workhands sacrificed
on the altar of profit? Poetry, I know you are not always profitable,
but don’t betray me, don’t give up on me since I lost my sanity to you!
Football, I forfeited, forwent for you. Did I not perish on your altar, poetry?
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In science there is a drop, in ignorance a sea.
