Realization sets in on my persona.
The art is of war.
It is a never ending fight between multiple parties.
Defeat one and more return but in greater numbers.
But it is this battle that i choose to fight.....
The letters come randomly at first
P.j.a.j.j.c.b.r.
It confuses me.
I see confusion,chaos. what do these letters mean?
Are they better than me?
Do they offer something that i dont have?
should i strive to be like them?
No.
Who i am shall suffice. They are the victims... of a toy
pulled by the strings of fate
I cut my self of my strings long ago. to be free
I am my self nobody else
Still i fight sometimes winning, sometimes losing
A mixture of random letters strewn across the battle field.
I long to be free of this war... Victory is in the distance i can tell
But barriers, obstacles and the letters are blocking my path.
I step over them and into the warmth of the morning sun......
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