02 February 2006
10:13 PM
Not part of itI wanna be one of the chosen twelve,
Not just a useless book chucked away on the shelf.
I wanna feel the adrenaline,
Not just sit at the sidelines, watching, writing.
I wanna be running on the court,
Not just join the crowd as another dot.
I wanna get the feel of the ball in my hands,
Not just be numbed by ice and drink cans.
I wanna be wearing my black and white jersey,
Not just stare at the classroom clock, wishing to leave early.
I wanna smile and shake hands at the end,
Not just walk away holding the tripod stand.
No, I don't wanna keep the score,
Nor walk around in a pinafore.
I don't wanna be their errands man,
Nor walk back and forth, videocam in hand.
I don't wanna record statistics,
Circling the misses, crossing the hits.
I don't wanna be a worthless spare tyre,
A lousy worker whom none wants to hire.
I don't wanna be a pathetic misfit,
I wanna be
part of it.-6pm, 2Feb06.
