I'm going to knock it out of the park.
Everytime that ball hits my bat.
And my desire to do just that,
Has come to distract...
Those awaiting to see,
Someone else holding a bat...
Swinging at a ball,
But cheered because shown flaws...
Gives them more to witness,
Than one who has begun to bore...
They had come to see fail.
Yet prevails in keeping them disappointed.
'There he goes...again.'
~Yeah.
But did you see that?
He knocked the ball,
Right out of the park!
And this time he didn't use a bat.~
'Who cares.
I'm waiting for the one who strikes out.
At least I can see some potential still there.'
~But games are not won on potential.~
'And boring it gets,
To see someone known to win.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem