Just do it! called Nike, of glory and speed. With a flash of white sneakers running into the night.
Do i gotta? I plead, left to pout in the dust, do i gotta, do i haveta, for what reason and rhyme? Echo of her laugh on the wind as she flies. Just do it, just do it, just do it. Just do.
But oh! the nets and the baskets, the boxes and bags. Where is my basket and what is my box? Definiton, limitation, punishment, reward. Security, freedom, a trap and a home. To catch and to hold and to carry and keep. Where is the reason and what is the point?
And what about fame then, and money, and love? If there’s nothing to grasp for, and nothing to hold? Don’t ask what the point is. Just do it. Because. Of the basket of air and the net full of holes.