How truly awful
That all throughout
Your younger days
You strive for perfect,
Heads high,
Eyes towards the sky
In unlimitless potential

Only to be ground down
Into 'good enough'.

I can't keep up
In this hive
Of industrial, corporate ****.
Just get it done.

At first the ***** slipped
Finding your feet in
An entirely new context.
Be at peace, you weren't to know
How to fit in the mold.

You gained confidence
As you added another ball,
Your heart soars with each catch.
Your Performance is
Shiny and Colourful with Potential.

But before you knew it
You were thrown more and more
And now the ***** keep slipping,
Dropping
As you try to keep your eyes to the sky
Knowing that doing the best you can
Is impossible
In an awful and grey world.