The Cost of Admission

in the end,

I gave in,

most do,

choosing living

over life,

walking down

lighted streets,

instead of dark

wooden corridors;

I have seen

the two penny circus,

I have heard

the heavenly music

of gods

and beggars,

I know

the secrets

of ancient poets

and scholarly sages;

the hour grows weary,

it does not wait,

nor does it give,

it does not seek,

nor does it receive;

choices made,

knowledge discovered,

all lead to the final destination,

it is not ours

to choose,

it is not ours

to lose,

player or spectator,

the price is all the same;

it is only for us

to pay the cost

of admission.

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