A Sudden Fall and a Romantic Imagination

Close your eyes and it'll go away.
Close your eyes and the wheel will spin a jackpot and you won't have to see the dizzying roll of the many lesser fortunes as they pass as a whirling wind at the change of seasons.

Rebreath the breath of life
skeleton down on the dessert crust.
The Las Vegas strip won't keep you anymore.
To each his or her own path.
In the end you die with no one you originally knew around,
so to progress one must factor in the room for losses.

Two roads diverged, but I am not exceptional.
I am data for a societal statistic.
I closed my eyes, and the wheel spun,
and I lost everything I had gained before.

Ambition?
I do not know if I have much of it.
To be like the ground and not a tree, you do not hurt as much when the dozer of a foreign ambition treads on your autonomy.
I have already lost myself to the determinism of the state.
I am already part of a likemind, and we are all slaves.
We are all manipulated, but if, if we are happy then we are benefited from being manipulated.
I just hope that I will be sheathed by some lofty sensation as I troll in the lower class and not feel the naked pain of labor.
Isn't that
what we are all trying to do
being trapped in the working class?