Mistakes are easy babies to give birth to
And we’re all mothers of millions in this game

Forgiveness will always be a privilege
To be abused to the fullest

Buried in dirt and seeds
Helplessly watching unwanted situations
Sprout proudly and strong
Like vines they’ll infest the whole wall

Choices aren’t always treasures
And Gold coated options are regretted

Life would be less flammable
If there were no choices at all

Disputes between right and wrong
Lead to wars over dry ashes
Where is the narrator in this book
Of wrong turns in these forks in the road?

Do we even know our destination?
What does each left or right lead to?
In the end there is no end
And we’ll always be treading on our flaws

Maybe one of us will win in this
Game of pawns, dice and luck

But it seems that all these choices
Come with too many wrong possibilities
And soon it will say

Game Over

 
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