Stepping Into Life
As you wish of me,
So shall it be.
I am but a puppet
Created to play out
This mystery.
We all take our turns
On the merry-go-round-
Pick a horse,
Enjoy your ride.
Up and down
The motions go-
Test and taste
The musical journey;
Why waste the opportunity
To create a game of life.
If the journey seems strange;
Ignore the pace
Create your own
In your given space.
Play to win
And you may succeed,
Never try
And the soul will bleed.
Crying for a second chance:
To late, for fortune passed
With Nar a glance:
Forfeit this-
You die.
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