Could I?
Could I ever compete?
the perfection of the world, not so discreet;
the one called illusion was now apparent.
Shall I be ignorant or adherent ?
the guilt engulfs me all on it's own,
the failure and disappointment I wish to disown.

Could I ever win?
In battle of blight,
or I'm destined to suffer and die through plight.
The hope is baseless, useless alas;
for ignorance is bliss not the hourglass.
There's a better at every step,
I wonder if a door exists; for me to get

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