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

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