FEEL GOOD.

'FEEL GOOD'
sneak

I've got this 'feel good' sickness.
Correct me if I'm wrong.
My faith in your ability -
has never been so strong.
I'll pace my mind for hours.
Till all my work is done.
With baited breath and cigarettes,
I'll quit when they have won.
When yellow scars of sunshine -
have healed the memory.
This patriotic summer,
will be the life of me.
The wait that's never-ending.
This never ending dream.
We crowd around our T.V's.
We crawl into the screen.
Connected by one passion.
Our satellite delay.
The echo of frustration -
just a callous kick away.
Our monumental moment.
Transfixed forever more.
So golden and delicious,
in ecstasy we'll roar.
Our hopes and aspirations,
relayed in sweat and tears.
I've got this 'feel good' sickness.
I hope it lasts for years.

sneak tech. 2002.