The Priority Standoff
Reality is a game and dreams like shadows,
Stress the mind to select and choose priorities,
Between friends non exist in fun and frolic,
Winning became a criterion of dashed hope.
Selfless love lost in the story line fables,
Monotony prevails and we draw to fence,
Who rules the roost and who displays to funk;
In a battle no one desired to undertake.
The sky began to fall apart in distress;
For utopia decry's self infatuation.
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