The Game of LifeThe Game of LifeThe Game of Life
The beginning consists of pieces to use, Many of which you try not to lose. And a board, a field, for battles to be fought, For victory, above all, is that which is sought.
Defences are made and raised to the blows, The timing and strength of which, nobody knows. And the numbers dwindle as close ones die, They wither and wane as time passes by.
In the changing of plans and rending of hopes, Survival itself seems pushed to the ropes. To lie down and forfeit seems all to easy, As thoughts of pushing on leave many queasy.
In
Change
LoveA Glimmer Of HopeFrom the wall of glass, parts two doors, beckoning you to enter, A pair of smiles behind a desk; a pamphlet stand in the center. Such an unexpected greeting, disarming the anxiety, Deceptively banishing fear, in all of its entirety.A Glimmer Of Hope
The patients and seats are rigid, in the adjacent waiting room, Scattered magazines and soft music accompany the gloom. A distant cough, and the cry of a child, fill the silent void, You hear your name and return to reality, peace of mind destroyed.
Led by a doctor, into a room, both of which seem complacent, “We’ll run some tests, only
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"have no fear of perfection, you will never reach it"
- Dali
ignorance isn't bliss, it's a false sense of reality
Yaninah
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Yaninah ♥ Falconia
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