I was born with eyes glued to broken frames.
I can peer through hindsight,
but I only see twenty-twenty facades
But this is the way I find the games
that can make the head and heart unite.
They always have fifty-fifty odds.
So I gamble my repentance claims
against my heart’s diseased knights
and my mind’s fried firing squads,
and I lost all my penance, forgot all their names.