used to think i'd rather die than to not be able to play soccer.
that's how great my passion was.. yes - WAS.
my legs itched whenever i'm not kickin some balls.

guess my burnin passion for that sport got burnt in the end. ..
hoping it's just a passing phase.
it has to be. ..
i started playin since i was like.. 4?
memories of playin under the block barefooted with the older boys -my bro & friends.
and other memories that comes along with it. ..

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nothing seems to have changed.
but.. something just feels like something's changed.
i don't know what's it.
maybe i do. .. but i dont.
aaaAAarrRRrggH!!
confusion reigns.

isn't it a waste for a truly bonded friendship between friends to be left sittin' idle on the edge.
it's sad isn't it.
whatever happened before just doesn't matter anymore.
promises left unfulfilled yet each wants a fulfilling life.
drifting. .. drifting. .. slowly.. surely. ....
"set adrift on memory bliss" perhaps?

tryin to right the wrongs.
with whatever time that's left.
but if it's only a single soul who's doin that. ..
then no matter how many rights he makes
it makes no difference.

it takes 2 hands to clap, 1 to slap.
both makes a sound.
i'd prefer the *clap* than the *slap*.

music is life
life ain't music