There's always one question
There's always one question that I'm asked about
If you could only have one thing, what would it be?
If you could only see one thing, what would you see?
Whats the one thing that you can't live without?
Well I know that on thing
If I was stuck on an island I would bring my ball
That's one thing I don't have to think about at all
That's exactly what I would bring
Because soccer is everything to me
It's my escape from the stress of life
It takes me away from all of my strife
So it's just me, my ball, and the open sea
This poem is about:
Me