I feel like my aims have been dashed,
My objectives unreachable,
My foe and I no longer evenly matched,
The outcome inconceivable.
My naive thoughts compounded,
My thought superiority surrounded,
Outflanked as a general would say,
Outflanked, I'm held at bay.
For I simply can't compete,
With elite forces I seem to meet,
Surprise attack, from so close,
I've long known these deadly foes.
Like soft flame it invites me near,
When I get so close all thats left is to touch,
On a very different course it steers,
I never thought it would burn so much.
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