Sunday, January 4, 2015


I am playing a vicious game
A game of lingering silences and stolen glances
I don't dare to open my mouth
because my sharp tongue always betrays me.

My thoughts are dissonant
Shuttered away from reality
Our thinking is not truly in harmony
Is there purity or malice in my mind?

The beckoning of possibilities
Ensnares my thoughts like barbed wire
How do I know where to go?
Fettered by my own nature.

The game, it seems, is fickle
Playing by imprecise rules
An outcome never reached.
Does victory or loss really matter?

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