The game lingers long into the night.
We advance, retreat and often face defeat
Yet with the comming of dawn, we shroud our
life with a blanket of fear, not a sliver of light penetrates
our icey stare. We observe, comment and declare yet lack the certainty of conviction.
No stand will be taken, no commitments made till the setting sun dulls our day.
We stand up tall and shout out to the heavens, to all and sundry about how
we should have played the game.
We fight our battles within our mind time and time again.
The game lingers long into the night.
We advance, retreat and ....
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