Pushed up to the side, hidden
in parchment it waits for the day
that its worth shall be provided.
The last ditch attempt, the last
second hail Mary, that singular
piece of saving grace that shall
turn all tides from those snarling
jaws of defeat into those comforting
hands of victory.
You gotta give a small segment of
yourself if you want this, nothing
here is for free you understand.
Just as long as we all agree, that
once your success burrows deep within
you are ensnared,
and we shall be collecting.
That win belongs to us too.