Contemplation
Judge me not,nor intercede-
this path is chosen
and fate to lead.
I can't remember
why I'm here
nor comprehend,
twas by my own freewill.
And who's to say
this will end
without comfort
my fair weather friend.
You cannot see
nor understand,
I must see this
comedic farce
till its end.
Opening eyes
to misfit fugue
and ignore
questionable chance:
come with me
and try this dance-
after all
life is but a game,
the path's the same,
always the same.
Hence who's to blame,
an alibi;
forgive this misfits
foolishness;
faith in blind remembrance;
fate, my friend,
I lay out my hand....
full house-
I win.
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