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Dec 2012
One step forward, two steps back

There’s no winner in this game.

No champion crowned
No golden wreath
No $50 coupon to that store.

One bright light, three days black

There’s no oasis in this expanse.

No rain
No mirage
No life giving you hope.

One yippee, four pleas behind*

We’ve forgotten who needs to be saved.

Help me
Stop me
I’m so sorry.

Sirens sound, they’re calling for the hero

But the hero is not there to save you.

There is no hero.

We aren’t trying to save ourselves.
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