The world’s a competition, and
I’m losing –
The rules are set and not of my
Own choosing –
Like knowing how to dance, and when
To smile –
Or when to move alone, or
Single file –
I scrape along the ways of the
Departed –
But wander back, it seems, to where
I started –
The world’s a competition,
Sometimes gruesome –
But truths are real: I think that, once,
I knew some
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