Bola Sepak

Life is like football matches.
You have to work in team, sometimes you hate your own team mates.
Sometimes your best friend is in the opposing team but you still have to go against one another.
At times you just can't take it anymore, you kick someone purposely.
You might get a yellow card, so in the next match when you're sitting on the bench, you feel like a big time loser.
You might also get a red card and if your team loses, people would address you a major f-up.
Half time ends, you walk into the dressing room, praying you won't get substituted.
You do not.
Yay!
Then comes in the 90th minutes, plus a couple of added minutes, game ends.
People clapping. You're clapping.
One or two times you exchange drenched-in-sweat jerseys, not that you can't really afford to buy one.
You tell everyone, "good game", but really, do you mean that?
Then you hear people say, "See you NEXT time".

There'll be next time, my friends.
Millions of next time.
Would it be just a 'next' time or you'll make it 'the' time?
I'd love to go for the latter but life may not be that easy.
You'd have to get yellow or red cards, get substituted and pray real hard.
Pray, real hard.

-qils-