So Ironman and England rugby now,
I watch them both and think of what I'd do,
It's sort of mixing dreams and life somehow,
I used to dream only of bits of you.
The Ironman and Kona's far away,
The England rugby team still all in white
Both live but separated by a day
And all the things they do to train and fight.
All athletes and as different as can be,
Both trained and trained to be just as they are,
The human frame evolved impossibly,
And floating round in space beneath a star.
I dream of these things though they would be tough,
If dreams don't scare you they're not big enough.
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