Soliloquy

He steps up to the dias to see the stage is set
Not going to rest until the expectation is met
He eats at my insides till he’s torn me apart
All I’m waiting for now is the agony to start,

He knows my strengths, knows all my faults
Never takes a day off, never lets up his assault
He knows me much like the back of his hand
And I dance to the tunes of his magic wand,

He kills, tortures and torments me every day
To think that by now I would have found a way
And I slip it within the crevasses of my mind
Only to fall into a hole which I did not find,

I struggle with him every instance, every moment
Never known him or his magic to ever be absent
But he’s not leaving, not without putting up a fight
I have to give it to him, he can set my soul alight,

And I step inside the bullring now with my secret
To brush it all off and sweep it under the carpet,
Shoulders relaxed, elbow straight, head on the ball
Little do they know how he’s hidden me in his wall,

It’s 15 degrees in December but I’ve broken a sweat
Becoming one with him now seems the greatest threat
Kids look up to me but they don’t know it’s a charade
Neither do they know how my little game is played

So I give in easily to him, day in and day out
Step into the bathroom on a Friday with no doubt
He has me in his grip now, made me a lesser man
If only I could tell you how far his boundaries ran,

So I open up about my struggles to a scrawny kid
Of that tiny voice inside my head which I can’t rid
Which keeps telling me that there’s more to life
Than cricket and the untold, endless  strife.