those fanatics kicking the ball around <br />waiting for someone to make the connection with his will <br />of pleasing the crowds <br />the screaming yelling fans <br />focused on the projection of the ball in the air <br />whose path is changed at will <br />thank god the ball has no will of his own <br />he would bend players fates to him <br /> <br />but observe the point <br />that once the ball falls in they yell <br />the nerves let go <br />and steam has been let out <br />what about the dying bird wrapped in oil <br />it's focus is gleam <br />prospects of living are few <br />it's trying to clean itself of bloody waste <br /> <br />what if we focused that precision of our eye on a flying ball <br />on making a vehicle without wheels <br />without using bloody mass of earth's reserves <br />for moving our needs around <br />to watch the ball go in <br />and yell, extreme happiness <br />fanatics of absurd! <br /> <br />we are still so far away from pure joy <br />the ones the aliens bestowed on us <br />in good classic movies <br />glowing with light <br />they showed us love <br />do u know such glowing love? <br />it's there it is inside, <br />just reach out <br />and then yell <br />THIS GOAL is MINE!<br /><br />Dmitry Wild<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fanatics-kicking-the-ball-around/
