It’s all just a ruse,
isn’t it?
Remember the day
you found yourself
satisfied, wondering
not once that if you had
all that you ever wanted,
what was the point in living on?
What was your excuse then
to stay lost
in the labyrinth of life
that has devoured
it’s fair share of lives?
Why shouldn’t I choose
to end at happiness
when the happy ending,
at the mercy of the future,
may never be realised.
Ah sweet future,
a gimmick of the Gods,
a ray of light at the end of
a neverending tunnel.
The lame being 
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