The Losing Game
With an empty mind and blank stare
I sat in a chair and sighed,
I found myself betting my future
Playing with my life.
Letting everything sink within
Through the depths of the trenches
Lost in my own thoughts
I found myself helpless.
As a new deck of cards
shuffled so carefully.
Which one of these
Might hold my destiny
Somewhat It felt like
I was taken back,
To my younger years
Where i felt lost in track
Where i stood to decide
What path to choose.
Each will sure defy me
There's nothing for me to lose.
Who am i to complain?
Not everyone has options,
I still consider myself lucky.
In this way i found my motivation.
To keep trying each single day
In placing my bets
Knowing that the stakes are high
And now I'm left in debt.
After all i knew,
All the probability
Of me winning
Is as thin as it can be.
This game is rather rigged on my end.
Everything is just so unfair,
From the way things
Has been put out, i was unaware.
The atmosphere is heavier,
Semi paralyzed by it.
Gambling with my inner thoughts
Felt like standing by the edge of it.
Seeking a way out,
In the battles i, myself created.
Been thinking out loud,
Too much, too outdated.
In the midst of silence,
I still chose to be deaf.
At nights like this
silence is just way too loud.
Already lost in the first place,
Yet, maybe this is where I chose to be.
Sometimes it's better
To let things be.
In a path filled with doubts
I seek tranquillity
Yet i found things anew
And a little possibility
Thinking that maybe things
Are ment to be this way.
In hopes that maybe,
With my last card
I might ace this game.
In life one loses, one wins
And drifts completely from victory.
In the end, it wasn't just a game.
But self fulfilling prophecy.
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