it has my soul
The grass is green
mostly
the sky is clear
mostly
I stand in my box
always watching
shouting to my teammates
directing and praising
The ball flies at me
I hit the ground
securely holding my prize
Bruises and scrapes
and wounded pride
this is no game
it's a life
It possesses you
and encompasses your soul
your being
your life
They can take you out
but they can't
take it out of you
Forever it holds
you in its embrace
The grass
the sky
the smells
the pain
the glory
blood lost
for blood gained
Wrestling with God
as you fly across its mouth
snatch your prey
and ruin their moment
Wrestling with God
as it flies past you
and they ruin
your moment
Another day
Another play
Head home
But it has you
deep in your soul
you know
Soccer
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