Waiting for a lifetime
A singed baseball
Balancing, twirling like the fate
The life I’d be wishing for
Walking through the monstrous stadium
At base
Feeling so small
Yet a heart pounding at large
Trembling like an escaped convict
As the thrills come to life
Through these deep eyes of mine
Popping a bubble or two
As I step up the plate
Shift my hat right to left
Glare at the enemy
Tensely waiting
While the sun glare back into my eyes
Blind like justice
Loosen at the last second
CRACK
The life, my hopes, my dreams
Traveling at the speed of light
Never burning out
The imprint of my signature on top of the ball
Flying, flying
As the dreams are my wish
The wish upon a shooting star
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