What do we truly know

Who is to say what a win or a loss is?

I believe the magnitude of the win should be measured like beauty

Only in the eye of the beholder, should it be judged.

Does Disney always get the final say?

What about Obama or your Mama?

Are we so manufactured that all we know is all we have been told?

Do we pop out as perfect Barbies from the minute we are born, our destiny all lined out formulated to maintaining the ecosystem we call this world?

Is winning always defined on what is gained?

Can this world really give us the satisfaction we pursue so heavily?

What can be truly called our own in the end?


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