Winning the Game
Winning the game
It appears confusing, a distraction,
A fragile game composed of only pawns,
Collateral, hurt at their misfortune,
An endless maze with no way to drag on.
That's merely the outside, a diversion,
The hidden secrets read between the lines,
A step back will create a subversion,
The lifelong mystery unveils its signs.
We are not fragmented or demolished
Instead, like clay, remodeled and coerced,
Dodging, defeating being abolished,
Not cowering, but approaching, face first.
We look for light ending the ceaseless road
Pursuing the whisper that's been bestowed.
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