Life is a game and me the player
I write my rules though not always fair
I test my wings and risk my winning
I lose my scores without regretting
Life is a bait and me the mouse
I stare at it tempting and weigh it's price
I grab it knowing just one thing
By noon I could be dead on a swing.
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