Mine is Bigger than Yours

My Ego would like to take yours out for drinks.
That is if the Superegos will allow it.
Something tells me your Id is definitely game.


Every game has a shelf life.
There are times when we are consumed with the outcome.
Or with every.subtle.calculated.move.
But waves crash after such great heights.
And momentum is rarely recreated.
The Players simply tire and move onto other games.
Ones more suited to maintaining highs, with rules that mean what they say.
That shed light on rainbows within.


Grey is the color of indecision.
It has no hue and reflects and transmits only a little light.
And it kind of stifles the shine of my silky, black hair.
So not sexy.
Such absence of color drains, it never adds.
It merely takes.

There is no half way.
You go half way, you get hurt.

Lies exhaust.
No amount of rest will ever relieve.
I can see your dark circles from here.
Poor.Tired.Bastard.

Because you can't have it all because you lost it because you calculated foolishly.
And failed to forecast your opponents moves accordingly.

"You know if you hadn't screwed things up with her you'd probably be doing it right now."

What a Happy Ending that would be.

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