My Chair
Life is never fair
Evil lives the good life
The good often perish
A genetic trick of the devil
Or so some may say
Me, I sit in my chair
As the world turns from night to day
All around the spinning I feel
Till from my chair, I fall to ground
Still haven’t fallen for thee
A myopic illusion twisted in pain
I suffer here alone
Under the falling rain
I too sit in a chair
Oceans away
Two solitudes
Have never been so clear
As when I sleep alone in fear
Of dreams that may or may not be
A return to Fantasy
An old man once told me
Life is seldom fair
Never bet on thirteen
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