when the night visits again, the same question repeats:
how can i undo the failings that define me?

this reality, the inevitability cannot be escaped;
not as a game developer beaten by his imagination,
neither as a child who lost the only one who mattered.

i was born ill-fit to survive in a world of social dances,
forced into a place where facades took priority.

these failures are consequences of my personality,
so to undo them would be to resign prematurely.