
When you’re trapped
in a place you can’t escape,
routines that never end,
drowning under piles of paper,
with the deafening sounds
of endless haunting expectations
Sometimes
I question why
I do things.
Sometimes
I question why
other people
do things.
Sometimes
Some call it “just kicking a ball”
but I call it
a part of my soul,
my heart.
A part of
who I am.
On the field,
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