This game of waiting has no winners
The players never made conscious of the pieces
The pieces we are but avatars in the knotted maze of rope
Twisted and unyielding the harder we pull
The stronger the confusions bind to unknowing victim
We move in turns oblivious to an ominous goal
No rules set the standards of achievements or an end
The winds of glory do not blow in the favor of the leader
The stillness of a hundred wasted lives
Sets the record for the spectators and the hopefuls for tomorrow
Take no pity of them for we are the bearers of consequential fate
The rope without end or beginning just a loop of reoccurring delay
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