In the first ‘game’ I played, I thought I “rolled the die” right. Thought I was moving on.
But my mind was plaing tricks on me,
for I was just a pawn.

Play after play, I’m kept away from the finish line,
haunted day after day, by this crazed arcane rule.
So my mind says ‘listen to caution and reason’, yet my heart throbs ‘this is cruel’.

Oh forgive me evening sky, for I have betrayed my truest nature: to cheer up friends, to make amends,
to ignore all legislature.

Are the rules so all-important, that I must sacrifice this ‘game’?
No. The rules are gone…My baby cousin ate it.
So what’s stopping me from ‘winning’ now that all the rules have faded?

Wouldn’t I be called a cheat if I received all I desire?
and if it turns to dust for me, what then will I require?
A new heart to be sure, for this one will have shattered.
New wits to ‘play’ this ‘game’ with, for mine have long since scattered.