Sometimes you gotta punch the air hockey table,

Sometimes fate just works that way,

I know a guy,

When he was asked the question,

He simply said no,

It's simple and hassle-free,

But sometimes you gotta punch the air hockey table,

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Sometimes, the fate you really want requires a price,

It requires a mistake, a sacrifice,

I knew a guy,

When he was asked the question,

He simply said no,

Four years later he mourned his fate,

Why, oh, why didn't I punch that hockey table, he exclaims,

It was unfortunate to watch,

As his life descended into chaos,

Simply because,

Sometimes you gotta punch the air hockey table,

Why, you’re asking me why?

I’m not sure,

Sometimes the heavens demand it,

Sometimes it's worth the price,

Sometimes, as you pray,

Mourning for your life,

Wishing for another chance,

A way to take it all back,

Or an opportunity to float in the sky,

Sometimes it requires sincerity,

Why did the heavens ask for a punched in air-hockey table?

I have no idea.