desire

it was fantastic. simple joy of playing. nice plays. fond memories of the past, how it used to be played. the thrill. even the rain could not stop it.

but something else did. die polizei.

it was going to be football day. no one could have stopped it. went to another place. it was slippery, so it was walking pace. still fun, but alot of the thrill was taken out. because i was just dying to run. to break out.

how much do you want it?
where is your desire?
where is your heart?

i want it enough to do everything i can to get it.
if you aren't on that wavelength, i don't give a damn.