Is a life free of pain; no hunger for hope,
all that it enticingly seems?
Or is there more found in victory over a noose & a rope,
That could never be by achieving the highest of dreams?

Sometimes, we ourselves do not even realize our own faults,
until they are so blatantly pressed to our eyes
that we cannot refuse to feel the heat seeping from underneath
and burning with each touch our hand releases to the outside world.

Then, we either find ourselves trying to eliminate these faults,
or we wait until they eliminate all that is good in us
to the point that we no longer know what is right from wrong,
and we no longer remember who we were as a child.

That person whispering in your ear, it can be you or someone else,
but know, it will tell you not what you want to hear,
but what you need to here, so go.

Someone else always wins the lottery.
I've said,
It always happens to someone else.
That's what you'll hear about me,
When I win.
When I lose.