Existential Baseball

This is an existential baseball game
Twi-night double-header extra innings
Nobody wins but nobody to blame
I lost and now must pick up my winnings

I see everybody else lost the same
As me but they don't realize it yet
The scoreboards are wrong whatever they say
I just take the winnings of my losing
And vow to remember never to bet
On some insane game not of my choosing
Ever again just head the other way

(Why does this sort of thing happen to me?)

I heard they won't let anybody leave
That we are spectators here forever
But I will dig my way out day by day
Escape tomorrow or maybe never

I have to do something have to believe
That there was a meaning in here somewhere
And I am too exhausted now to grieve
Anymore at this field of life and death
Each step between swinging from here to there
I offer back this heartbeat with this breath
And picking up my winnings take strike three

+Steven Curtis Lance



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