When the game is over No need to look around Winners are dancing Losers crying on the ground Just part of the process Could be other way around Some trade good for evil Doesn’t matter the call Expediency is the issue No thought about the fall Claims are made with boldness The prophet has doubts Has been here before Seen many bouts Issues are misconstrued Partly truth, mostly fiction Twisted by the picker Players walk into a wall Rearranged by the preacher Change the rules is the call Confusion becomes a method Contradiction an asset Run home Find rest in your bed Then comes tomorrow Can’t remember what was said A story’s needed and made up This becomes the truth, but It keeps on changing Maybe better, maybe worse The outcome will happen Time will assist fate There will be twists and turns You just stand in wonder Corruption of your concerns Now another road is taken No twists and no bends You already know the story This is where it ends Stanski June 30, 2017 ^
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Steve Haarman 