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[nipplehats]

So I can see as clear as day,
But can only think as dark as night.
It’s when I start to think too hard,
My thoughts blur my sight.
When what I see turns opaque,
It’s hard to choose the paths I take.
As if perception had no jurisdiction,
Over the choices that I make.
And what is insight,
When I choose to hide it out of view?
When I am hasty with my options,
And everything I do.
I think it’s merely luck now,
That we walk the paths we choose.
Because every time we win,
Usually follows every time we lose.
Maybe luck is more like fate,
And insight is more like luck.
Maybe nothing is predictable,
Like where lightning will be struck.
I dare you try to control your fate,
I expect you might be misled.
Waiting for your turn in luck,
With all the things you dread.
But it’s when you decide to go with fate,
On its current fast downstream.
That’s when you’ll finally replicate,
Everything you dream.