Each couple has
Their own way
To repeat their patterns
From childhood stark lessons
Meandering through
The secret gardens
Of the palace
Of the mind
Where we all decide
Despite what wise and elders have advised
Where in the mass puzzle
We design our lives
The rules are often vague
While some are filled with repetitive, repetitive ritual and theme
Or either being the fall guy
Or the vibrant hunter
Who shall be the heavy
And the academy award performance of the victim
Can it be the aimless role
Or the frustrated organizer, like an ancient sheep herder
The rules of the game fully exist
Clouding fantasies with cast systems
And fated Karma
Convoluting expectations to wardrobes
With many try on possibilities.
Rules and roles
Not always so credible, but achievable
Vague nuances
Of what may never be consciously adhered to.
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