The hindsight creeps in when retrospective thoughts occur,

In the vast game of a long con,

Feelings never become observed.

Indifference nonchalance running through your mind,

3am wake up calls only douse your fire.

Wonder where we’d be if this was the flip of a dime,

Wonder what would happen if the game was one that was never denied.

Illusions of free will dance in our subconscious,

Choices that were preset… digitally altered- decide our fate,

Wonder what would happen if we decide to beat the game.

Wonder what would happen if you didn’t run at the first sight of pain?

The tricky- sticky glue that binds us,

Is also the same recipe of disaster that could also break us.

Wonder what would happen if we just kept the fate,

Wonder what could happen if we didn’t dwell at the first sight of distain.

This is the thing about murky waters never crossed,

You forget how to act in roles you never auditioned for,

You forget what it’s like to dream bigger than your imagination lets on.

The long con is designed to let you down,

It’s perfectly mastered to allow you to feel like you are in control,

You are not.