The Rink

The rink is where I relaxed my thoughts The rink is where I release my wings The rink is the x on my map The rink is a place to go when your stressed The rink is cold, but in my heart, its warm The rink is a friend, not a foe The rink is millions of memories, all smudged into one The rink can be cold, it can be warm, but it's always the same when you step on the ice The rink is 6:00 AM practices calling for joy The rink is Saturday morning games against your archrivals The rink is the commentator saying, “he shoots, he scores!” The rink is a jerk, God, or everything in between The rink is hours of dedication all for one meaning...the NHL The rink has millions of outcomes, but you'll never forget the good ones The rink is like my parent, always with me At the end of the day, the rink is just the rink