Round Trip Ticket
ROUND TRIP TICKET
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
The light appears, the march begins
Pathways strewn with virtues and sins
Fate points a finger at whom he chooses
Everyone wins, no body loses
Something for uses, lame excuses
Nobody wins, every one loses
Light is fading, running out of time
Voyage over, it’s the end of the line
Short excursion, for some, a short stay
Cost: everything, all passengers must pay
A new light appears, new march begins
Things become nothing. Nothing is things
Enter with nothing, for all, it’s the same
There’s no winner in this unending game
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