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Metaphoric Experience

There's this game I've been playing

And it's taught me stuff

I've not had it long

But I've played enough to know

If I don’t turn back now

It's going to be rough

I'm looking for some luck cos' I feel real stuck

The first few levels

Were easy to complete

They make the deep end look like a couple of feet

But as the game progressed

It picked up the heat

Now the Mother-****ing shallow end looks deep.

The Story-Line was mind blowing at the start

Slowly I climbed up , Part by Part

Progressing, Tired, Game saved in the book

The All nighters took - I'm hooked

When I'm playing, I feel Skillfully Brilliant

Like a militant, untouchable, full of resilience

I got the skills to pay the bills

All my debts considered repaid

Until what goes up must come down

One by One people Fade

If you understand the metaphoric game that I played 

Then you understand the steps I had to take 

After two years feeling high I finally found 

This isn't life it's time to come down.



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