Chapter 583
Failure
We think we see the fast ball
So we swing the bat
The ball has passed us by
We don't even know where it is at
We foolishly step up to the plate again
We try and take another swing
It is a curve ball this time
Only empty air does the bat sting
Is every day in life
Really only a cruel game
No matter how we play it
The end result is always the same
We change around the tactic
It does not seem to matter
It appears the reoccurring outcome
Is a heart and mind that shatter
It looks like every option ends in failure
Is that all life can offer anyone
It feels like the game is always over
Before it has even begun
Nobody