A ball and a dream
It started with a ball, then transformed into a dream.
I cannot controll the love I have
I cannot controll the passion I have
I barely understand the reason it means so much
... all I know is that it started with a ball, and transformed into a dream.
It makes me happy to play, fills me up with joy.
I get serious, but end up satified.
satisfied with life,,,
and the dream life has given to me.
Bouncing the ball keeps me happy; achieving the dream keeps me thriving.
This poem is about:
Me