Sometimes you get tired of having to defend
Yourself from a ceaseless onslaught of attack.
Get the puck and chuck it to the other end;
Catch your breath, clear the slate,
A momentary reprieve before the pressure comes back.
I want to find a lake with ice ten feet thick
Surrounded by hills studded with pines,
Away from all the things I hate:
Creases, cross checks, red lines, blue lines.
Give me a frozen void where I can just skate.