So often we diregard our purpose in life.
All of us wanting the same things,
Asking God why we can't be like someone else.
Striving for the same goals and not realizing it.
A small boys basketball team has only come to one conclusion,
"I want the ball."
Whether that means smacking one of their own teamates down,
Or falling on the ground trying to touch it,
As gravity plays it's game by bringing it back to the small
Sweaty hands that are reaching up in the air attempting to rebound.
Chaos spreads and at the end of the game a 4 to 10 score reflects what the small boy
With the glasses speaks to his mother, "I just wanted the ball ma."
"Everyone wants the ball sweetie."
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