Delicate angel
I was sedated
Seems my schedules always waiting
For a single addition
But a constant addiction
To a fickle position
Has me swinging but missing
I looked the pitcher in the eyes
He went through the pitching routine
And threw a ball so fast I thought I was blind
But at the last second it caught the corner of my eye
And I swung and I surmised  
After I hit for that very first time
That it was time to get to hitting
I've been swinging
Sometimes hitting
Sometimes missing