Fifa World Cup

GERMANY! ! ! ! ! MESSI? ? ? ? ? ? ? DONT KICK US AROUND SEE YOU IN FIFA 2018 dance dance dance shake, sing, hold your hands high up for the power of the foot and the crowning of the ball colour the faces bright like a lion in red, blue and white shake, shake, shake the world roar to the might of the thighs feet and the power of the finite brain pushed to a corner seeking its veracity in the bouyancy of a ball like an ocean crashing onto shore headball football costa rico goal bossa nova, a Brazilian hall and ball of stinging spices that make the heart beat and skip every two minutes slip, fall, slide, collide, bleed, kick, crash, kneel, bite, fold palms (to madonna) , hugs, tight hugs, tears, cry, goal 32 countries roll on a field of dreams it's the confluence of high fantasy, where a ball takes centre stage and dances of expectation are topped off with smart muscular and slick physiques signed with years of bruised tendons, overstretched thighs - in a cauldron of hope boiling and spilling over on a green green field fifa world cup - this month where eyes will grovel on fields, iconic faces, legs and between those things that make those legs triumph - balls that dribble, jump, hop, bounce, richochet, fly, and careen to a home that either makes or breaks one's heart the world cup those excited roars again throughout night this is the month where ball is the code word for fun those little globes that dribble, jump, dash, hop, fly, twist, turn and careen with score that either makes or breaks one's heart Fifa fifa on the run in life, we are always on the run on the field of goals everywhere people are on the run chasing after a dream and in the process get a field of everything of life - sweet, sour, bitter, spicy soups we down either with pleasure or with a pinch of salt in life, we are always on the fun on a green green field slip, fall, slide and rise to take on life challenges thrashed from all sides every now and then when the stars cross path and do not shine bright cry in the silence of night when things did not meet well crashed at the ego patted on the back on the illuminated stage held shoulder high thrown up in admiration kissed in the limelight in life we are always on the run either to life or away from it either to a goal or away from it fifa fifa fifa fifa fifa a ball of a bossa nova and samba fun fifa world cup this month when eyes will grovel all over the Brazilian fields - on faces culled like jewels from the world's vast continents well built physiques, on powerful legs and between those things that make those legs triumph - balls that dribble, jump, fly, richochet, and careen to a home that either makes or breaks our heart the real ball are the physiques which are filled full with the air of wants and ever ready to spring to action to show their invincibilities for a patriotic goal for that they can turn a million ways grab, pounce, shove, slip, slide, glide, sommersault, slither, twist and turn and even with the legs up when it comes to the honour for anyone fit enough to claim in the wide wide field the real field are the million things the ball can get the mind to conjure, a green plain of fascinations, and inspirations, longings charged up by the million of fans that send hearts aflutter with wild ecstasies and every nerve a living ball rolling, dashing, swirling to a goal