At the crossroads, the garment torn,
A pawn defeats the vizier, forlorn.
To play this final, losing game,
Or embrace detachment, a different aim?
Which path shall I tread,
Which path shall I tread?
A dream was born, then met its end,
The garden withered, in spring's sweet bend.
A dream was born, then met its end,
The garden withered, in spring's sweet bend.
Shall I gather the scattered straw,
Or a new creation bestow?
Which path shall I tread,
Which path shall I tread?
Two days are borrowed, a fleeting grace,
In a trade of loss, time cannot erase.
Two days are borrowed, a fleeting grace,
In a trade of loss, time cannot erase.
Each moment’s count, I tally the score,
Shall I squander this capital, nothing more?
Which path shall I tread,
Which path shall I tread?
At the crossroads, the garment torn,
A pawn defeats the vizier, forlorn.
To play this final, losing game,
Or embrace detachment, a different aim?
Which path shall I tread,
Which path shall I tread?
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