Let's pause for a second, cause I know I wasn't first
I won't call it a sprite but I obeyed my thrist
Bottled up the twist of lime and I made lemonade
It was the country's time so I fell in the brigade
An army of one, must not have witnessed the division
The judges are unanimous yet stuck with a split decision
While I decided that this was not worth fighting for
No points in this sport, being amongst twenty I still score
Four score and eight years ago it truly was a goal
Minus the new jersey and nets, a hole is just a hole
Bottoming out while blowing minds by word of mouth
Every season was winter cause the bird loved flying south
If it was to migrate please explain this migraine
This sensation is cold, an aura, a feeling to remain
Time is upon me I shall arrive when I am beckoned
I only ask for a minute, its hard coming in seconds.