It doesn't always
Go where I chose
The times I let
My conscience lose
Not always sane
A bit confused
I play this game
With constant truth
A truce by limits
I loath it's purse
It gets no better
It does get worse
I say I'm finished
I feel I'm done
Outlines of chalk
My life's begun
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