We’re all waiting,
some of us for promotion
and others ambition fading,
wounds wide open
but so gradually decaying,
decidedly chosen
by the game our fates are playing,
and naively hoping
that it might be ours in the making,
but for now just coping
with whatever it is we’re hating,
excessively soaking
in the mindset we’re creating,
and eventually broken
by the path in life we’re taking.

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