Baseball

When standing over

The five pointed star

I breathe in smoke

And spit out fog

And live a different life

In a world which is not for all

To this day I've yet to know

If it was meant for me

Or if this was just the first

Place of fascination

Towards which my youthful feet did go

The one thing I do (know)

Is that God loves humor

Highs and lows and homeruns

As he is outside of this park

And can never be unfelt or undone