standing in the market place,
surrounded by things, old and new,
interesting, alluring, buy-able,
they come in all colored hues
afraid to say no,
to opportunities galore
past experiences teach
greed brings its own confused sorrows,
want to grab a piece of the action,
want to refrain
no idea who will win,
in the devil's bargain.
want to stay,
want to leave,
want to win,
dont want to grieve.
the quicksand cross roads,
they howl and laugh with glee,
nothing nothing, they wink
ever comes for free!
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