the days are long overdue. my passion, my dreams which flourished in those much maligned years is turning on the other side. ambitions turned sour, the number 16 is far becuming erased. bt forever etch on this dutiful mind. my burning desire is not equally replied with contrasting commitment. which left a big question mark on me. miss those times, triump over triump & falls too. eventually now glory just died down. if the dead could risen, 2nd year running of another revival is a hudini act. bt hudini have left the buidling. & the escape is inevitable.

soccer have been larger then life in me. it wouldnt provide justice if i never focus on my self-being. neccesitate comparable ambitions to this still soul. albeit the controversies, i moving off in football. to leave the pack behind of what have been a wonder years. a new number will be inprinted up above.

all on fours, i look up above. if its destined, nothing will go wrong. & my hopes for everlasting..