my universal language
I used to not know
what there was
I used to live mediocrely
until I heard the roar of the croud
Until i felt the passion in my vains.
There were 11 people standing together
Eleven puzzle pieces
laying out
to connect a picture.
It wasnt until I saw the raw power
that sent a ball flying
from one end to another
it was the way
the body moved so fluently
and delivered kinetic energy.
It was a universal language I didn't know I understood.
And once I was spoken to
I answered.
I used to not care about anything
I used to have no fire burning within
But then a simple game was played
and got me out of my own mind
I have a calling
and it is
soccer.
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