Is it me,

Or am I the only person running from my own dream?

I yearn for it,

Football is calling my name.

I love it so much,

I half way think I am insane.

Ahhhhh!!!

The script has flipped.

I thought I wanted the ball,

But the ball wants me.

I run and run until I can not feel my own feet.

Wait.

Why am i running from the ball?

Why am I running from my dream?

The ball does not want me,

It was all an allusion,a sick twisted dream.

I want it now,

I want the ball to come back and chase me,

I want to run with it,

I want both of us to feel free.

I finally understand it

I was not running from the ball

I was running from me.

I can do this,

I will stop running.

Finally, I have conquered the race against my dreams.