Micro to Macro
A heartbeat,
A breath,
The first light;
What a beautiful sight.
What a deep impact made,
What a memory saved,
Your mother’s face;
You’d rather be in no other place.
Time flies,
Time dies,
You grow;
Now, you are a part of humanity’s flow.
High school comes,
High school beckons,
Your first loves;
As sweet as a pair of doves.
The first is beautiful,
The first is human,
Forever together?
Go get her.
The second is ballin,
The second becomes your family,
Make the team;
Let that smile beam.
The first breaks your heart,
The first steals a part,
Depression sets in;
No solace in your kin.
Forget about her,
Forget about the memories,
Go cold;
Don’t be so bold.
The second protects you,
The second relaxes you,
Sure we run and gun;
But it’s loads of fun.
Play basketball,
Play till your heart’s content,
It eases the pain;
As if lifted by a crane.
I made the team!
I made the team!
Now we have to work some;
Wins here we come.
The hard work paid off,
The hard work made the team successful,
We made history in our town;
Now, I don’t look like a clown.
How did I get from weak to strong?
How did I get from stupid to smart?
How did I get from nightmares to dreaming?
How did I get from micro to macro?
Ballin is the culprit,
Ballin is the answer,
It allowed for me to dream;
By being part of a team.
I’m ready for the mystery,
I’m ready for the future,
Ballin made sure I was,
No matter what I does,
Every day I thank God,
Or else I’d still be hidden in my pod.
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