back then i was told to
lower my standards for love
so a women could match it
be more compatible with me  
but I believed there was someone
who'd match it and now
the one I deserve now  
is currently wrapped up
in my arms

the more I endure
the more it hurts
the more I smile
the better it gets
because every smile
has the power
to uplift the pain and sorrows

ah yes.

what a single look from someone can do to you.

does it help to force a blind eye? to look away?
or is it something i should be tackling head on?

i don’t know.

i have been very confused lately.

i remember conversations in which i believe i am the only one who does.
or am i?

am i the one looking at oblivion right in the eye?

or is it you?

I was so focused on the Ball.
I was always told to keep my eyes on the ball.
I was ready for it, I was more than ready.
The ball came to me fast, spinning in the air,
I held the bat tightly.
Three
Two
One
Swing.

I was watching the ball so long.
It flew in the air, pride swelled within me.
It was an air-ball, gone in the wind.
I was finally achieving what everybody wanted.

I watched the ball so long that I didn't notice everybody had packed up and left.
I watched the ball so long,
I didn't see the virus coming my way,
I didn't see masks being put on right in front of my face.
I watched the ball so long,
I didn't know the game was over.
It hadn't even Started and yet we had lost.

I had watched the ball too long.
I missed everything else.