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.
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.
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.