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So why start? Why bother? To acknowledge the futility But to presevere all the same Is that blind bravery Blind ambition Or blind stupidity The same dice anyway Three Blind dice - see how they roll Dressed up behind a noble idea Some grotesque Galahad with a blunted sword Led on by a twilight here An unfurled petal there The thought of a promised wind The thought of a naked knee Why costume the words Its fear that pushes me on The failure of never trying