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once upon a time

I was in my prime

I had a power

to squeeze anyone

like a lime

now

even talking

feels like a crime

confidence flushed down 

thoughts started to chime

slow and steady wins the race

only in stories my mind claimed

friends ran the marathon

I followed the turtle 

got left behind

lost the rigour 

lost the vigour

locked inside a belief system

hands raised

fingers blamed

lost in the void

poured the extinguisher

on my own youth’s flame

lived someone else’s life

erased my name

even the river flowing just yesterday

is not the same

have I been a puppet all along

threads pulled by someone

who plays

a divine game

divine game