Set me
free of this elusive logic,
What
might work is a few good wishes
Or even
some black magic.
Yet
again I’m sitting idle,
The
paper seems like a call from a rival,
I hang
up, move on,
Fantasize
about my future.
How’s
it gonna be like?
Does it
echo success?
Or just
like my present,
Even
that’s in a mess!!!
Perplexed
I close my eyes,
Resolving, to stand by truth always,
And never by lies!!!
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