The lucky few…

...get to choose what to suffer for in this life, one at a time.
There's a bleeding heart to stab, the blood, the tell-tale sign.
Maybe you try to escape the miserable fate but it's all the same.
Being alive is a shinny prize that's hard to come by.
Be careful & careless when you choose your pleasure & pain.
It might dawn on you or it might be a mirage in the rain.
Be quick now, before the muse finds what's missing on gods' plate.
Get away before the dreamers who count & think, wake.

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