Grey smoke blurs my vision. My perplexed state of mind pushes me to face this dilemma. Would it be foolish to believe in the brightness beyond this suffocating darkness? Integrity and faith seem so fancy but they are ridiculously painful.
So, here I stand, deceived, caught up in a whirlwind. A thousand questions bombard my poor, tattered brain cells. After sorting them out in ascending order of prioritization, the first question on the list is, “Who is to blame?” When the bottle stops spinning, who is it going to point at? It’s obviously not going to point at me, right? Even if it is does, I’d rather just blame the person closest to me. Yes, that would be better.
Or maybe I just have to blindly whack the baseball around in thin air, expecting to hit the pinata. The spectators always jeer on. Some think I’ll be spot on and win all the candy. Meanwhile, others hope I hit myself in the head and my brains fall out.
So finally, it’s my time! I’m all ready and steady to shine bright like a diamond. I make my best move, not so blindly anymore. But ohhh no! How dare I dream of victory? So, checkmate, b*tch! Take that and your sorry self home. That will teach you never to cross the line again.