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I liked basketball for reasons I’d rather not explain,  
Not the best at it, but I play just the same.  
Dribbling, passing, missing the net—  
Yet it’s your presence is what I can’t  forget.  

Your cute face lights up the court so bright,  
The way you move fills me with delight.  
Even when cheering your goals from afar,  
My blushes betray how smitten I am.  

I sub out quickly, five minutes in,  
But against you, I fight to stay and win.  
Man-to-man, I’d play till the end,  
For moments with you, I’d gladly expend.  

Stealing the ball, sharing a laugh,  
Your voice, your smile—it’s more than enough.  
And oh, how silly I feel inside,  
That you know my name fills me with pride.  

When you said, “Man-to-man, let’s play,”  
You made my day in the simplest way.  
I love basketball, it’s always been true,  
But I love it much more because of you.
Where do I go  
When I feel so alone—  
Lost and searching  
For the path to happiness?  
What do I do  
When I'm not quite sad,  
Yet far from joyful,  
Stuck somewhere in between?

Where do I go  
When I want to speak  
But can't find the words,  
When I want to belong  
But not feel caged—  
To taste a joy  
That doesn't hold me down?

Where do I go  
When I'm surrounded,  
Yet still feel empty?  
Where can I find  
A way to feel whole?  
What do I say  
When silence lingers  
And words refuse to come?

Where do I go  
To simply be—  
To rest in stillness,  
To find that something I need,  
A thing I cannot name?  
Where do I turn  
When all I want  
Is to feel complete,  
Though I don't know what's missing?

Tell me, where do I go  
To find myself,  
To reach the place  
Where all of this  
Finally makes sense.
Procrastination
A lack of dedication,
Ignoring the value of education,
Leading me to devastation,
And sinking into stagnation.

Daydreams spark vivid imagination,
While I crave deep meditation.
Dreams erode in fragmentation,
Bound by endless contemplation.

Each excuse breeds frustration,
Trapping me in hesitation,
Fueling cycles of isolation.

Breaking free feels like salvation
From this self-made limitation.
With commitment and resolution,
I'll escape this suffocation,
Reclaim my lost foundation,
And rise above procrastination.

— The End —