the loser recognizing his failure
has no right to live
a full fridge and regular pay
are just another shortcut
you think will lead you to the goal
wrong
right
in between
reading poetry, writing life
and you still end up
on the heap of decaying leaves
of the autumn of all time
no one can read the map anymore
our lives too full of magnetic influences
offered, purchased, sold
compasses are broken
frenziedly twitching
like severed nerves
north
south
in between
grappling for signposts
all these good things
tick tock tick tock tick tock
time's up

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