The Gift that Keeps on Giving

I’m standing on the brink.

Things get kind of tricky here,

treacherous and sticky here,

beasts and goblins interfere,

with what I meant to think.

 

A prisoner of doubt.

Try new ways to get away,

tell it you refuse to play,

violates you anyway,

with licence or without.

 

I just can’t see the point,

Tell me why the universe,

gifts a curse you can’t reverse?

Don’t tell me it could be worse!

I’m gonna torch this joint.

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