Lose-lose situation.. Story of my life.. Comforted in the fight..In the battle to universal bliss.. In the midst of arrogance, selfishness, and greed.. No need to try to take hold of a soul grown cold… Spirit so twisted, so caught up in your own world, you missed it.. Couldn’t see what was yours to touch, yours to own.. Looking right above, now I’ve turned so cold.. A lose-lose situation.. either I’m an ass or a fool.. An ass for trying a fool.. To be used.. and my life is to the point where I’m sleeping with my window open, hoping for rough winds.. Instead getting a still night, but still shaking in fright.. So accustomed to the delight of the harshness of the life of a lose-lose.. Trying to win the mission impossible, derived from a little girl’s dreams.. Embodied in a woman’s destiny entangled in my lose-lose situation.. Maybe I give too much, care too deep, love too hard.. But I still can’t sleep.. Looking for some type of lightening, even if i get no storm.. Suspicious of peace, thinking of it taking a form of power to devour.. What little strength I have left, placed in motion by you.. Left in corrosion by you.. Lost in emotion for you.. And you’re still blinded by your own greed.. Yet, I’m still fascinated by the need to be placed in this lose-lose situation.. Story of my life….