i dribble towards the goal
seeing my teammates in my periphery.
i yearn to feel the fire once again.
the ball escapes my foot and i watch it soar
soaring as if there is no tomorrow
no care in the world.
compared to and unlike my complex life,
the ball’s path seems so simple
yet as it beautifully arches,
i question how simple it really is.
the sound of the ball in the back of the net.
my teammates are still in my periphery
but this time their cheering
i am overwhelmed by the joy
but this is not a new feeling
yet every time i feel it,
it doesn’t seem old
will not be forgotten
for how could it be?