Blank Greetings Card

I have things I want to say, But lined up in my mind Are a hopeless football team of words, Who’ve arrived all anyhow, the fools, Hung over, bootlaces undone, With no real idea or notion of the rules Confusing one another, indifferent, Just fools, willing to give up the game, My good words with good intentions, Facing the empty field, the open goal, They’re no good at all, although I plead for help, they’re only wanting Rest and their bus ride home, but still I have things I want to say, And somehow, one year, I will.