2 January 2013
He shoots, he scores! The crowd roars. But they don't know what happened, He doesn't even know himself.
He still stands there, Mind elsewhere, The team runs to him, screaming, But he doesn't hear anything.
He doesn't blink But he thinks Of home, and how sad he is Not anything about the game
He has no life It's not nice He screams, then runs off the field, Then stops, freezes, so very still.
Nothing is right Sees no light He wavers, then falls backward, He's never to wake up again.
Goal • Opuss № I