Poetry

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Too many paths
This game is so hard
Who is winning?
What is the prize?

We are willing
What do we will?
What will we do?
We can not win

He said, she said
Red is a Pharisee
Blue is a prostitute
What color are we?

Forced to choose
Can we choose not to?
There is no choice
When awakened

Then tell me this
How do I carry on?
Living in this game
It may be simple

There are children
Who find it so simple
Like love your neighbor
They have not forgotten

Help me become one
On my knees I am close
Less like myself
Down to earth

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