Worn down for lack of choice, for lack of care,

I wonder which way to cheat: left or right?
Should I step to the left with a blank stare,
or limp to the right having lost my light?
Face it: life's a cinch if you fail at it,
and giving up's akin to chasing dreams
broken with bare hands, when you've just had it
up to your hair with losing your way, means:
In an economy of hope and hate,
you've given up hope to embrace a state
of empty feel, as thoughts evacuate,
of hope, from a happy home. The earth quaked:
Your head is wounded and open to God;
the earth's abuzz, and your haven's a cloud. 
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