Doing my best to make eye contact with the team captain
Trying to show with body language that I would be a valuable asset to the team, even take home the title of MVP but I never even made it past the benches
Willing my thought to become telepathic balloons of recognition and understanding
Looked over time and time again
Staring at my shoes
In amongst all that mud lay my dreams, hopes, aspirations
My future trodden underfoot as the game went on without me...