Trophy Dust

The ring started
To itch
Heavier than any metal
Understood by man
And hours
After prying it off
I played the game
Of my life out there

Couldn't help feeling
I had broken
A banner
Confirming this road
Was destined
For the rafters

While driving the lane
Allowed myself
To steal
A little something
From every dancer
Bouncing
Across the scene

The whole time
Knowing
Nobody can dominate
Every position
Or stretch to such
Translucent extremes