It tumbles away as you grow older,
Falling free. It does not have a mistress
Or a controller. You’re getting colder.
A sense of duty overrides boldness,
Creating hatred and destroying love.
But hope is not lost, the catcher has heart
Held tightly inside Allie’s baseball glove,
With which the catcher cannot possibly part.
The catcher will not lose his innocence,
He instead falls with it, tumbling down.
Our catcher is greeted by a silence
As he hits the water and starts to drown.
Innocence is lost and replaced with pain,
Pain of losing the love, and losing Jane.
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