Thursday, January 27, 2011

Crossroad

I don't know if you're coming back.
You don't want to wait.
Why should I?

I made you aware that I don't play games

I am not a dice to be tossed around,
Or a piece you can keep running
Around a course.

If you have a manual, I have not read it.
If you have an objective, you have not presented it.

I have come back. I am standing in front of your strained eyes.

This time, is right now.

Occupy me, or let another player pick my piece.

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