What makes me tick?
It is but a simple trick
that allows me to flick
a ball into a goal
and have happiness fill my soul.
My head will spin
allowing me to win.
The team will beam
and my parents’ smiles will gleam.
The scent of popcorn and the noise of cheers
fill my nose and ears.
The sound of excitement overtakes the air
and at that point I have no other care.
From the very first time the ball is tipped
It feels like I’ve took a sip
of sweetest thing under the sun
and that’s when we begin to run.
Every time I shoot
In my mind I see that shot go through the hoop.
And with all my might I wish
that I will hear that sensational swish.
On defense the squeak of my shoes
shows that I’ve got the moves.
But the greatest sound of all
is the pound of that orange ball.
When time counts down on the clock,
I can practically hear its tick tock.
And even when we’re in a slump
my adrenaline begins to pump.
Then that final buzzer will sound,
with my heart continuing to pound.
We’ll shake hands with our competition,
and won’t regret a single decision.
This is what makes me tick you see;
it’s become a part of me.
It’s not just a game, it’s a lifestyle
and it’ll be mine for a long while.