I had to choose, the lots were thrown
Impassive fate was spinning thread
My heart was turning into stone
Oh, God, you made me feel so bad!
I fought within, and won this battle
The loss was terrifying, but
I hope, happiness will settle
In sensible and tired heart
A new reality’s confusing
I can’t distinguish white and black
Prefer regret for things I’m losing
But not a string around my neck
26.03.04
The lots were thrown
© Copyright: Raiks, 2004
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