mr juggler

we are eggs in your basket

filled to the brim

perfectly identical

so you never have to choose

you never have to lose out on what could have been

you let us be

chosen by you

and to be chosen by you

feels like a dream

a basket so full

but still you cater to the team

you make us feel like we are the only one

chosen by you

but when you take us out the basket

and juggle us all at once

you may get a fun party trick

a tick of our approval

or your hand may slip

and just one may fall

because you wanted us all

but we all wanted to be the one

chosen by you