BOUNCING OFF COURSE

My life is a ball, it’s rolling with the punches

It’s bouncing off course, confusing me in bunches

It bounces against the ground, and zig-zags to the wall

It’s suspended in the air, but eventually it will fall

The people around it play and shout

But I’m flat, I’m flat, my air runneth out

That ball is bouncing, with a thousand hands that touch

But the skin on the outside, prevents it from feeling much

It’s been bounced and thrown so long

The outer skin is so damned strong

Nothing can hurt it, get to the inside

It used that outer skin to dodge and hide

But when it finally breaks, the air will float out

And someone will wonder what that ball is all about.