
Collecting badges and rewards,
a fleeting romance
forgotten by morning,
exalted and then discarded
from a false pedestal .
Could you get some baked beans and sausages?
Everyone has tales to share,
some remarkably alike, I swear.
But in this game, success will be thrust
upon those truly worthy of trust.
Trust that they use just the right words,
a fitting mix of syllables and phrases.
They have the right names and privileges
that will overcome the hardest work.
They'll find safety in numbers,
surrounded by others
who speak the same language.
But what if this language,
so familiar to them,
is merely a variation,
a different turn of phrase,
focusing on what's around,
while saying the same thing?
The main issue might be elsewhere,
lost in a diverse, delusional dimension.
It's not resolved yet,
awaiting its breakthrough.
It may or may not happen
dependent on the right conditions, naturally.
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...



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