Today, naked and solo, I write thoughts that exploit my logic.
I plank it over and over.
Shuffle after shuffle, the game is the same.
Are you going to learn or are you going to ignore?
If you don’t, game is over. I move on.
The joker laughs at our immature foreplay.
I give you my game secrets, my strategies, my flaws.
Yet, the lecture is not enough.
What do you want?
A wasted game, a wasted soul or a wasted love.
Now days, time is gold, soul is life but love is everything.