Collin_The+Game

His choices, His mental focus, His game. Blistering sun beaming on the skin, Every dew touched piece of grass Hears the grass, The back of the net tastes the new leather, Of the novelty soccer ball only one could use. The laces of foot-tight cleats cores the ball- To wherever he asks. The game is dominated by him, The game compliments him like nothing else could, When its on his foot the ball it may never leave. If he quits he fails. Learning variations, new tricks, ideas, He will never stop to watch, His game is with his heart, his soul, and his mind. Day by day, Hour and hour, He will never quit, He loves it to much, He needs it to much, Soccer is his game. || ||
 * < The Game ||||  ||
 * < His heart,