In the deepest recesses of the mind
The very that they have plunged into
Wilfully, or by a choice misstep
I by former
It is a silent predator sometimes
Waiting in the darkness, silently stalking
To sink its claws into their heart
To kill slowly, or swiftly too if lucky
Me by former
It is a sunflower sometimes
Waiting in the morning sun, to bloom
To bewitch them in bold and bright
To be followed by the sun, or to follow
Me the former
Yet in life we live by the roll of a dice
To yield twice right, and at such to win
To yield a foul, and face discrete failure
Sometimes not roll, or bounce and be lost
Mine the former
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