Bats & Pine Tar – Day 149, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Fruits of labor ripen when your frantic fingertips quit cherrypicking,
On the basis of a sweettooth that never knows what is good for itself.
Sometimes,
Our hands must get dirtied by grinding through what we fear most.
Facing what’s scariest to our heart no matter how much faster it begins to beat.
Smearing your palms in pine tar,
Picking up that wooden bat,
Barehanded,
And,
Swing for the fences with two outs left on a three-two count…
What is life without risks?
Without adrenaline forcing you to feel,
Alive!
In a world decaying quicker by the mere second…