Brawl

There’s violence to my thoughts in which they overtake each other. One would hope for a fair game governed by rules of the mind. Alas, it’s a brawl won by Nature’s fittest. The victor is not whom you’d imagine a representation of strength and intelligence. The victor is the lucky cowards which waited in the dark and when but one thought stood tall, defeating others face to face stabbed it in the unsuspecting back.