I find myself wandering in a line that seems to drop off into a pit of monotony,
Unfortunately the line has an end that leads to a mirror a reflection of me,
Staring at two grey eyes coupled with brown bags lying underneath,
Those bags holding all the ambitions of a 21 year old male, sitting in the corner of a crowded bedroom that I've outgrown, ready to be picked up off the floor, awaiting lands that these grey eyes have never seen before,

But maybe I should just sit down,
Or maybe, maybe I should go back to sleep,
You know, in that twin size bed where my cold toes hang over the edge two or three feet,
I've always found the wallpaper in my room comforting anyway,
Baseballs and batting helmets,
The premonition of what I could have been, before I got sick,
They called me the kid with the Velcro glove,
And I sure did like the sound of that,
They said as long as I played first, a ball couldn't get past me,
Until one day, one slipper past my fingers and I could slowly feel the wind change,
As the runner rounded first, each step he took towards home, I took a step back from mine,
Afraid that dad would strip my title that took so much time,
That was 10 years ago, and I was supposed to be in the minors by now, but instead I'm stuck here me and my friend in this mirror,

My heart is a jigsaw keyhole,
This trek I'm on now is searching for the right key,
Desperately trying to find a way to unlock these talents that God has trapped in me,
Each night I hug that twin size bed, praying on my knees, that He'd release an onsite on my life that I could truly find,
My inner soul said "try poetry" and I replied "but God poetry is for the weak",
And as quickly as I had received a response, the room was more vacant than it had ever been,
And that's what I get,
So, I'll keep searching in this trunk of skeleton keys, I might as well be wandering through a retirement home where at least one piece to every puzzle is missing,
Or maybe I could hire a thief,
Someone who's used to being unwelcome and taking others possessions,
Picking locks is a trademark of theirs right? Or do they just go through windows?

I look at down at my cleats, and notice an aluminum baseball bat next to my feet,
Bending down I pick it up extra carefully,
Maybe I should shatter this mirror,
Maybe that will unlock me