[Why on earth is the quintessential jock here writing poetry? Well, why not? It had been a spur of the moment decision, made when he saw something in a sunrise. When he approaches, it's with an embarrassed smile and scratch of his head.]

Uh, hey. I know this isn't what I usually do, and that's gonna be pretty obvious, but. Hear me out? It's quick, I promise.

[Okay. Breathe. Begin.]

Drifting through life
Dreaming away
City of lights, so shiny, so bright
Is it all a lie?

Blazing red
The sun arrives
Paints a picture of the skies
It eludes our grasp

At my side
The hand I hold
Smiles and secrets, never told
Under the painted sky

The dream is gone
Our journey's done
Alone under a different sun
I begin again

But don't forget
That whispered word
On the breeze, I hope you heard
My joy, my wish, my love

For you.