how sad we are
how sad
we choose
my way
i know
my way
i go my way
the right
move
i think
and thought takes
me down the
path
of my way
which is always
the wrong way
how sad we are
we think
it guides us
to a voice
our voice
we crave that voice
that takes us down a
path where always
we lose
and yet we think
keep listening
listening
listening to
what we think
to our
voice
if thinking ceases
failure ceases
Heart emerges
checkmates
the unreal
there are no
losers in the Real
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