sometimes you look out at the world
and you see a trade-off that can be made
a bargain that can be struck . . .

my apologies if this
- pregnant pause -
seems diabolical

that’s your own fault
(somewhat mine now)

but what else is it really . . .
to be living?

and understand that i’m not prepared to -
(uncertain if i’ll ever bother to - )
attempt a refutation of the influence
of fate
but your life is a series of choices

and i do sincerely hope that you realize this

every moment stands at some precipice -

and from every choice

the opportunities can be endless

your past, is little; but the recollection
of bargains struck
with some goal in mind . . .

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