Why are we even here.

Where do we even go?

We claim family, love and friends,
But who do you REALLY know??

When the waters go down,
Where does it really flow?

When the stage is clean,
And props are put away.
When the people are gone,
And all the lights just dim away.
When the microphones are cut,
When the curtains hide away,
Everything that lays stationary,
Sitting,
Setting to stay.
How is it then,
Trying to set the stage?
What is the result,
What do we have?
Where does the blame and burden lay?
Where does the energy,
And positivity go to play?

Where does the purpose go?
For the time in between?
Where does the focus shift,
When there's no point in the team?
Because the off season makes...