March 16, 2024
Whisked onto the game board, obligated to finish it. And is done when he’s oblivious and sleepless, it’s easier to blend passive conversations with comments, unable to know if he hears what he think he heard. Then again, what’s there to question, with all the typical humans being human. No one
would be the wiser, his blurred mind, impaired, cloaked, thoughts, hard to distinguish reality from imagination, or reality from his own clouded ideas. Thoughts or hallucinations? All credibility is lost, he has no choice, but to play along, patiently looking for some tangible truth, truth that could grant an opportunity to get up from underneath the “thumb” that’s pushed upon him. Again? self righteousness? I’m sure there’s a better explanation, for inviting a player, that eventually was titled the underdog of the whole match. Does the he, the underdog go through the motions, ultimately losing everything, play the hand, the sad hand, hoping for a flop that could win the game.
Our underdog, was the true embodiment of an underdog, didn’t even have fans that cheered from the side lines. Still clawing his way, with solace in his heart. Not knowing the true outcome of the game, or whether victory was a realistic possibility. So, why even continue? Why doesn’t our underdog give up now, loveless; poor; lost; why not cut the suffering short, and give in to his oppressors. Seemed as if he was forced to be nothing more then a muse, a cat’s bell and ball. What if victory was never the intention of the oppressor. When did this realization set in. Is the underdog waiting for a mistake, a sliver of evidence, a opportunity to take the upper hand. I’m sure at this moment we are all asking, why? Why begin such an awful game, why endure such suffering, why is this a game with no winners, no prizes or awards, no losers or second place, especially for our underdog. What is the honest end game here. If I had to guess, it’s partly to drive him mad trying to figure it ourt
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