Winners and Losers

Said he to me, with a rich man’s glee, “there are winners and there are losers! What do you want to be?” 

Forget your childish dreams about the rights of man and human dignity, and all that crazy loser stuff, about solidarity.

Just jump on board the winners’ train—I tell you it’s no lie. All you have to do is compete like hell and do or die for the biggest slice of money pie.

It only took a fleeting moment of frozen, thoughtless time for me to be seduced by money’s endless chime.

Yes, it’s the only sign that matters for the winner grinner crowd; they live and eat and breathe it, till it blocks out every sacred sound. 

Turns out it’s not the money though, although it is at first, it’s all the lavish power it brings that really wets the thrust.

But there is a deadly downside to the desire for power and gold: You can end up all hard-hearted and find your soul is soul. 

My fall from the winners’ circle was rapid and unwilling; that seems to have been my fate. I had to take a different tack before it was too late.

Today I ride a different train down a mercy misfit mystic track, where losers are the winner’s and powerlessness the king, and surrender is the only thing that really lets you win.

“There are winners in this crazy life and losers! What do you want to be?” Turns out the losing to win life was in my destiny.