The Loss Deal....

The pride in being The ultimate pseud Enjoying four round years Yet not one soul to call yours At one angle it might look awesome But the very next moment It actually robbed you of your best What to count, I find it indecisive Self victory or self wealthy I need both to survive But don't know how to manage. At times, it's wise to win and be proud But other times, even losing makes me feel content What's this hay-wayness, I don't understand I'm just a simple man Walking under the instinct of Satisfying my drive. Wearing the cloak of pseud I feel I'm just complacent But when I finally met her Soul and spirit tore apart Pleasure in disguise unattended Courage to face real life, I have abandoned Living with her, a dream Missing her the poison Crushed and dejected, I stand All time regretting my rand.