Gambler's Choice

This life comes with crushing weight. Pressure to complete a certain fate. Makes it hard just to breathe. Carrying self induced deadline date. I'm not empty nor distracted. Age has made me more protracted. Dichotomy to my impatience; I feel most empty before enacted. These periods tell me I'll drown, treading water, then pulled down. Demographic outsider, I want to verb, not just be a noun. I'm looking inside an empty room. I despise this average doom. I need to swim like the shark. Or, I die too, inside this gloom. "That cannot happen!" I cry aloud. I cannot grow inside this crowd. I have a journey to complete seeking truth behind mind's shroud. I am not happy in the present. My work has warped and bent. My uniform is the bandage that covers what's been spent. I nurture my path instead of nature. Most people make the same wager. I need to burn this badge. Pay attention to the inward feature. This is no longer who I am. I despise a reflected corporate lamb. I would much rather fail. At least I'll have played my hand. Casinos are packed with people watching others play. Life can be a theatre of living the same way. It's scary sitting down at a table. Not sure how to play or if you're able. We are told to take the safe bet. To watch for dangers not seen yet. I reject this idea as I press on. I'll mostly fail before I'm gone. I don't care because when I'm old, I'll lay on a bed, while others speak of stories I've told. -Angel Fatale-