Author: Parker Broome

There I was, sitting by the stream.

Tossing pebbles, wondering what else needs to be seen.

I got my destiny and I’m writing my story.

But what else is meant for me?

If I go down this road, promise me my heart will be filled with joy and peace.

Promise me that even through hell, I make out in one piece.

Joy of laughter.

The happiness of living happily ever after.

I’m hoping I see you there.

Promise me that you’ll still care.

I’m looking down the stream.

The wind brushes the trees to a path, but what does it mean?

I got my destiny and I’m writing my story.

I guess I’ll just wait and see.

On my way to making history.

But won’t you promise that you’ll be there with me?

Welcome to the tropical paradise. Here on this island, you’ll stay on a resort with a pool near the beach.

The most expensive drinks served not far from your reach.

Exotic expeditions much to your excitement.

Dinner and a show every night for your enjoyment.

Care for a smoothie? Coconut or mango?

May I have this dance? How about the tango?

Scuba diving to the great barrier reef.

The waters just fine! Not too warm, not too cold. What a relief!

From your room’s view, you see a whale.

You have to leave? What a whale of a tale!

In paradise, if you look for great times – you’ll never fail.

You’re welcome to return anytime you like.

Promise me that although this is paradise, don’t end the fun after your flight.

Maybe I don’t know who on earth you are?

But I know I’ll be in my feelings like I have been. If you’re someone I met, help a friend, or old enemy, catch his breath. Your presence left me with no air.

It’s not like I had anything to tell you – I was speechless, hoping the moment was endless.

Anyways….I probably look nervous, more than a deer in the night.

Hoping you ignore me when I’m awkward, like when I wonder about your height.

You have to be tall, because I keep selling myself short.

As you can see I’m not really that good at this type of thing. Do you play tennis or basketball? Handball? Because now you have two meanings when I say the ball’s in your court.

Making my entrance, the tension is about to explode.

Going face to face with you, we’re about to go.

Roar of the crowd, it’s louder than loud.

Approaching the ring with pride and adrenaline, I’ll beat you because times like this are the moments I thrive in.

For greatness, I’m all always striving.

Like a shooting star, I’ll be shining.

You possess a championship over your shoulder and you raise it over your head for all to see.

You’re feeling bold, I admire it. But you’re getting cocky.

News flash champ, you’re not going through me.

Risking it all against you, diving off the top rope.

No holds barred. The steel of the chairs and crashing through tables. Maybe it’ll break parts of me, but never my hope.

The bell rings. I fight you.

I’ll be bruised and beaten, but you’re not any different from the hell I’ve pushed through.

1,2,3. The bell rings again. I defeated you.

Raising it high over my head, closing my eyes to the feeling of glory and hearing the crowd cheer and boo. I’m the champion now. You’re embarrassment known as your defeat taught you that I’m destined for the gold.

As I hope I make them all proud, I shall forever defend this symbol of destiny I now hold.

I’m eating all the steak and baby-back ribs off my plate.

Tasting glory. I’ve remembered the flavor for a long time now. But is it too early or perhaps too cocky to celebrate?

A sip of my beverage – the victory gin.

Or based on occasion, the tears of the negative ones and demons.

A toast for the wars I’ll always and forever win.

A side of caesar salad and rolls.

Born ready to kick some ass, and it shows.

How do you stop my hunger?

I leave the scene speechless, but I’m inviting you to wonder