On the court where dreams take flight,
Like stars that twinkle in the night,
A ball that dances near the rim,
With every bounce, the hopes grow slim.
The game’s a river, flowing fast,
Through passes quick, and shadows cast,
With every dribble, the crowd ignites,
A heartbeat pounding, feeling right.
The net’s a whisper, soft and sweet,
As sneakers squeak in rhythmic beat,
Like lions roaring in the thrill,
We rise and fall, but chase the will.
With every shot, the air holds breath,
A rush of joy, a taste of death,
In the game of life, we find our place,
Chasing glory, dreamers in the race.