Trick - 2012/09/30

Our contest of wits is ending
For the players who are weary
Strength sapped striving for
A series of endings so dreary

Locked in the mortal struggle
I simply decided to slip away
On my path which seeks to see
The lights of unpolluted days

Selling to the highest bidder
Real services once guaranteed
Free to retreat when I choose
Either for wants or for needs

Flap the wings and fly lovely
Catch a breeze before a crash
Spy the dream of an existence
Where we rise above the trash

Look to the horizon my friend
Perhaps one day I will return
To show you my key to freedom
By sharing all I have learned

What if this is the last time
Give me the trick to remember
Absolute joy for being a part
Of a group with equal members

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