It's only the future I
Ever regret. Random lots
Are fairest because no one
Has been eliminated
Before opportunity
Rears its ugly, feathered head.
I can deal with the outcome.
It's the incoming kills me.
What's next? What are all the ways
This moment could slip sideways?
No wonder Now a la mode
Feels like someone offering
To shoulder a heavy load.
I am almost beyond hope.
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