When you run across wet field, I’ve learnt not to fall.
Otherwise you will fall into a mass of mud.
Because if you fall, you will be submersed with the guck.
The type of guck that likes to stain your shirt.
And even when you take off that shirt, and wash it, you will always remember that day, and where the stains used to be.

But I don’t fall, I remember the mud that stuck to my shoes.
Overtime my shoes turn faded.
And I will remember why.

I will remember why till the day that I fall thanks to the lack of grip
From my holey shoes
My ugly shoes.
Into the mud.

I’m selfish.
To not want to fall.
Even though, inside I feel like I will slip at any moment.
Everything would be too overwhelming if I did.

And so, to stop that from happening, I walk on.
Carefully I step
To the goal post.
And defend.

Defend everything I stand for.
Because I will eventually be knocked down by a ball.
I know that.

I was never a good goal keeper.
And will never be.

So I stand, hands at a ready, and close my eyes, wishing,
That whatever is thrown at me next,
I won’t fall.

But am I crazy if a part of me wants to?

lol :)