Targeted

My position plays me into

A description only few

Can mark of

Tender memories

Pleasant anomalies

Programmed

For a consumption of life

We are handed a target

And it’s our job to find it

In action

So is it up to me to hit it

Or do I commit to just viewing

What meets my eye

In a simple try

To hold onto my ego

Is it most reigning in my past

Or is it always set in the future

How true it would seem to me

To be always challenged

Seeing where I might be

Shall I let go of what holds me back

Or is it leading me into a place

That I once met with the dice?


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