In my wildest dreams,
I take on defenders with my electrifying pace, beating them heads on, turning inside and out.
Send crosses that strikers meet with ease and making that ever many assists credited to my name.
Like i said, in my wildest dreams.
And when reality smack right up your face, you get lost and disoriented ever so frequently.
It's pretty darn sad when you know that you are capable of bigger things but forced by situations, you opt for the lesser.
Am i aiming too low? am i dissatisfied with my current life/position?
I really don't know.
There are far more prettier things in life than to sulk over life and decisions. At this point in time, i really do fancy another vacation.
Work is taking its toll, as every single day i learnt something new but i end up with half the day being lost and confused.
In my wildest dreams,
I stop everything coming my direction, strikers would look like a fool trying to beat me. I stand strong and i read the game ever so accurately.
No high balls get past me and when the team needs a goal, i will pop out of no no where and score the vital goal.
Like i said, in my wildest dreams.
So sick of everything inside that is taking a beating.
