Feeble fingers, clumsy hand,
holding on tight, aiming to hit it right there,
tough shot, a stark resemblance to the 'game'
Its all about wining the loss.
Distractions filter through,
fighting to keep them out, they are now an integral part,
an array of thoughts, wisdom gone weary
and its all about wining the loss.
I count not the wins,
but why I failed to perform,
tremendous pressure would be an excuse
but yes desire to be free and still have it all.
p.s. :I wish to write more and more shall be there, its just a little hard to put in pen when confusion dominates and intermingles the thought process.
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