Something has smacked me into a submit
because no matter how much I wish to permit
my own life has a wife with the last name of change
and it never divorces that love of the same.

Steadies of highs are then licked with demise
until all of the known is left to be surprised
when the hardest of bones are now cracked with a flick
from the simplest stick that was born from a tick.

Also the same can be said for the game
where the loser that’s sad is now only so glad
because now they just win at whatever they spin
in their web of their pride that is always a prize.

Nothing will stay as we wish it to go
since there isn’t a rhyme that will keep us the same
as the past or the now that we see with our eyes;
for only one thing will remain consistent.





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