I won’t pretend
To understand
How she feels
Or why she needs
To go so far
When live pitches her
A curve ball.
She always swings too hard
She always tries to reach the stands,
Why does it seem so complicated
When we all ought to simply
Have what we need,
And get what we want,
Grab what we think we deserve,
Finding pleasure in a pleasant
Afternoon ride
All else intruding on us,
Making magic moments
Unserviceable,
When they ought to be
Full of joy.
I don’t pretend to know here,
Only the edges of what she reveals,
The outlines of a promising life
She is so desperate to lead
If only fate
Or god
Will let her.
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