Power Of My Dreams

She steals, she shoots and she scores.
the applause and the cheer forming her background.

She can see the fear in your eye,
for you know she is better in every aspect.

She can feel the envy surround her,
for shes always the hero who saves the day.

She hasn't tasted what defeat feels like,
too used to the victory licking thy feet.

Record after record in each match she plays,
the tang of 'trounce' by her own assertive self.

The tan...g of... 'tr...oun..ce.....

And its yet another day which leered,
at her unremitting passion for the game.

The only desire that would get painstaking efforts,
where her ego howls the loudest.

Yet it lacks what she needs to give,
one faithful approach to the most bright vision.

An awakening call is already sent,
The path is paved with hopeful resolve.

However, the solitary dread of failure boogies,
which can rip the 'power of my dreams,'

Then will be born a new manifestation,
but even she is unknown to that situation.