I just won! I hold the ball in my hands, waiting for everyone to line up so I can serve You stand behind me You say, smiling, "I strive for second" It feels like a needle in my heart when you say that I strive for second Silver The one just behind Why? I make a faulty serve I'm out I toss the ball to you "Well now you're first" I say You look discouraged You try to hand the ball back to me But i refuse, walking away You hesitate Someone in the back yells at you to serve the ball You hesitate You serve, ducking out of the way for the next person A perfect serve, honestly So why do you strive for second?
