Friday, May 18, 2012


The eyes of millions
Gasps for breath
Anguish for some
Ecstasy for others
But all of their hopes
Ride on this moment
Of whether I will
Succeed or fail
I fall to the ground
In the best area I could
As the leather
Meets my hands
I slide along this grass
Followed by the enemy
As the whistle blows
And I am successful

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