The world is a motley rich competition

and I’m just another contestant

some of us are better

and some worse

casting friends and enemies in the game of life

clutching our families&time&treasures

with sweatsoaked knuckles

always reaching for the greener grass

breathing the same soul saturated air

all of us, alike

willing to kill, heal, wound, despair, coax, love, torment & violate


then how is it

that I often find

my worst enemy to be

reflected back at me on my bedroom wall?


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