Best Among the Best

I laid down upon the shore 
of my bed, 
and dreamed of a world i 
set ablazed.
I heard the great shouting 
and roaring of my name, 
as i kept playing the 
beautiful round leather 
game.
The electrifying emotion on 
the pitch, 
and the extraordinary 
feeling off the pitch, 
Made me the best.
Even when faced with a 
hard test, 
i had no option than 
victory, 
cos wen am on the pitch, i 
cause my opponent misery.
The smooth texture of the 
grasses, 
brought me happiness from 
the masses.
The joy of winning every 
match, 
brought even more tougher 
opponent attach.
Every game had something 
to play for, 
and when i don't get a 
chance to play, makes me 
bore.
Hearing the screeming of 
my name from the fans, 
only makes my opponent 
feel banes.
I just want to tell the whole 
world, 
that i am the best in 
everything i does in the 
world.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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