Hot sun burning
red on my skin
Head is churning
thoughts of sin
Filled with yearning
Wanting a win
Never learning
where to begin

Icy water cooling
the soles of my feet
Frustration fueling
my hate of defeat
all of this dueling
tastes bitter-sweet

Cool wind blowing
through my hair
No way of knowing
the game isn't fair
might as well get going
or end up on the chair
red rivers are flowing
with death and despair