winning is everything

sounds right, sounds reasonable when skin plastered on the flesh - is fake. put on a tattoo and there is a meaning, to that ink mark. or none. does it matter? skin is perception, perception is reality when the hammer strikes. bend. iron can resist, lowers her bar. you win. bent logic, but do you trust the shrink who failed in so many things? she did get her certificate, but. her life is a mess. it's not public, it's personal, so - make it public, easy answer, washed out evidence when ideals become diluted with fevered hallucinations. i do not believe. the earnest head master of the whatever religion tried to corner me into a losing position. i oppose. and it is said that the majority wins, that tyranny of the majority is to be met with opposition. sounds good in theory, but what are you? where are u? no where, to be found in riddles that go either way. so what now? and all of life - is made through faith, belief spat upon by reasoning - 口是心非 isn't it? you do not get the toy. now - fight. rebel. rage till the iron bends to your will: and say i am different. maybe you are, maybe you aren't. but the results will be made when perceptions come about - the die is forged in lies, truth and gray. now make your bet! your heart already knows what you want.