Basketball

The ball is in my court, I don't know what to do with it. I know I kinda wanna play with the basketball, BUT WHAT IF I LOSE? I'm bad at basketball.

Then I don't play it, I sit on the bench and watch other people. Then the wind comes and the ball starts drifting away...slowly. Then I think, welll! If I am meant to play basketball, the basketball will come back to me, I wouldn't need to play it now. I don't care about it, BUT IT KEEPS ROLLING BACK TO ME. I never wanted to play basketball cause I've always thought, I'm not good enough to play it. I pick it up and throw it into another court, but it rolls back to me, every time.

And the ball's back in my court again