Chasing the Impossible
The ball rolls like a whisper, across the green,
a pulse beneath the feet of dreamers.
Footsteps become rhythm,
heartbeat in sync with the crowd's roar.
The sky bends low, a canvas for hope,
as players chase the impossible,
with every stride, every breath,
each pass a promise, each shot a prayer.
The net trembles- the world holds its breath,
and then— a goal,
a symphony of joy and disbelief,
a moment where time stands still.
The game is not just played, it is felt,
in the lungs, in the chest, in the very bones of those who dare.
A game of chaos, of grace,
where sweat is the ink and the field,
a story written in the language of movement.