A toss and a tail

Why don’t you hate me without the thin veil you wear?
Just straight up tell me that it’s not meant to be!
That fish are better even in the shallowest pond there’s to be (i.e., those tears of mine)

All this drama,
Like a dog going around in circles,
Trying to catch its own tail!
Or like the Haka,
Performed but non to be scared

You know,
Things bottom out eventually
The oil floats to the top
And the gold nuggets settle  at the bottom
Yet, the rainbow colors don’t ever seem to be interested to explore the world underneath

My point is,
Stop the game
Take a toss
Winner takes it all
And I’m happy to be the loser… as always!

But it’s ok,
The loser’s hands are full with mirrors
Even on the darkest nights,
They will show the truest picture of oneself!

— नि.भो.