It's strange how you can be at the right,
place at the right time,
winning the right races, crossing the right lines.
and still get left feeling out of place every-single-time.
You feel like you are doing the right thing.
but something is off, deep inside.
Your heart and your mind don't coincide  
standing-up for the right thing,
but end up face-flat on your other side.  
these curves ***** that life flings
it takes us for a swing every time.
Isn't it something,
put everything on the line,
seconds later, you have nothing -
like never mind.
Trying to be more than you can be
but you never incline.
Playing the game of life,
a few bases behind.