losers seem to win

in the darkest pit of fabled souls
pitter patter the message creeps
joyously sprouting from the cavern's walls
a seed of knowledge blooms in faith

hidden from the optic realms of nature
egregiously bantering for doom, a voice echos madly
herein, ignorance is bliss as the salvation tool
lessons of the soul are recorded by passion's wake

vehemently issuing a dream's recourse
the unknower finds what the message blinds
regarded as a gambler pushing odds
the wise one waits in the tree flourished

innocence flies away in a flashing storm
surely gone, it won't return in time
passing close to a razor's teeth for debt's sake
smiles abound in the halls of unity, rejoice this day

winners always lose