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What if life was a game

And the only way to win it

Wasn't through money or fame

But simply dying without suicide

And everything else were distractions

To make it easier to stay on the ride?


And I've often wondered, when I see the man that thundered

Upon another being of his species, without leaving a bad word under--

the Sun, treating his fellow beings terrible and still having fun

That why was we even walking this path, if man can't look into man and say brother

If he can't do half the things for his mother, what his mother did for him

Isn't such a man worthless, and shouldn't the world be done with him?

But what if he is all the more aware of his actions, and what he does never has his own sanction

And is trapped by the cage of his personality, the ways of change not gaining traction

Does such a being deserve pity, or contempt, what would be your reaction?

For actions change our lives and hence our thoughts, but thoughts may not change our actions

Aware or not he will remain a spiteful being, out of his old habits and instinctual reactions.


Can a person change themselves

Or are trapped within 

Their constructed selves

Like the chocolates stored on the shelves

They can melt, but never become the shape of elves

The shape they want to be, but oh well


And sometimes I wonder about the future, and fear it

Cause there's nowhere to run, everyday I cruise near it

Warnings signs shout at me, but I can't hear it

I change for the better or the worse, life keeps on going forward can't steer it

Strange thoughts enter my mind and ravage through, but I gotta bear it

Can't erase the ink with which its written so trying not to smear it

I just hope I can do what I want to for my dearest

But I can't even save myself, can see my downfall the clearest.


Can a person change themselves

Or are trapped within 

Their constructed selves

Like the chocolates stored on the shelves

They can melt, but never become the shape of elves

The shape they want to be,

The person they need to be.

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