He had the world in his pocket.
But he was always afraid to look.

The first up to bat
The last on the hook.

He was a cool contradiction.
A child of a man.

Selfish yet caring
Honest but lost

He was beautiful and strong.
But self-conscious and oh so wrong.

Afraid to love
But at a loss concerning the cost

He had the world in his pocket
If only he would try

Maybe just maybe
Perhaps- he could learn how to fly.