This is no game
It is no riddle
Nothing to be solved
Fight the battle
Sun up, sun down
Moon whole
Or not at all
Perpetual pattern
Solitary isolation
Noise is so great
But all is silent
Pathetic games
No one cares
Environmental turmoil
Emotional warfare
Mental torture
No one knows
Chase the wind
Hide from self
Sleep to dream
Dreams are real
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