The cards have been dealt

Burdened with the task, to ask

my slender intellect:

Whether to roam free or to hide behind a mask,

to resist or to follow the vile pursuit of perfect?

Eyes wide open on a chilly drizzling night,

I thought of everything that could be different

on the fading brim of the shallow, yellow light

of the grim life that I've been a resident.

O you, the lucid and the understood,

given as much a say (as me) in this giant roll:

Tell me to what avail; to what good

brings you the ostracization of a soul?

Be what it may, the cards have been dealt

of what exists, oh they are, but not what could be felt.

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