Sticks and Stones

Slapping of sticks, it happens again
A snap of the wrist, the magic begins
Roll or pick, you can glide real slick
Something to put on your ideal list
Mystical visions, toe-pick incisions
Life shown in a slow-motion rendition
Moving one way, flipping the stone
Choosing a place and picking 5-hole
The goal is to get one, but it's tough
The slightest miss is just enough
To make you sad, even upset a bit
With the prolific effect that you're shit

Move
Fast

Just bring it, hit the stone while swinging
SoulClap? We clap with emotional meaning
Out of proportion, the whistles are blown
The stone looks like a missile, you know?
Check boards, check the next person too
While taking the only strength left in you

Shoot
Pass

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But this shit being hurtful?...hardly
Now you know, what stakes they go
Just to play some hockey!