Happiness is a Basketball in Hand

Life isn't always fair

More questions than answers to share

Life isn't always fair

Much harder with you no longer there.

Had time in my head

Too much time laying in my bed

Had time in my head

Where I was going wasn't where I lead.

Feeling lonely feeling bleak

No feeling much of the time too weak

Feeling lonely feeling bleak

Had to re-enter life before becoming extinct.

Finding a new passion

I knew nothing, so out of fashion

Finding a new passion

Before depression came in crashin'.

So alone I made a choice

Never involving another's voice

So alone I made a choice

Around my room a mental invoice.

I pulled myself up on my feet

I put on my Nike's and the fresh air I would greet

I pulled myself up on my feet

I grabbed my basketball and walked out to my street.

Day to night, Night to day

I found my anger and sadness fading away

Day to night, Night to day

I dribbled the ball up and down the drive-way.

Life isn't always fair

Sometimes it seems the world doesn't care

Life isn't always fair

But me and a basketball make an awesome pair.

So anytime I am feeling down

I'm not going to let myself sink and drown

So anytime I am feeling down

Life, like a basketball, comes up after hitting the ground.

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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