If you’ve ever had the chance to create a completely new game, You know fans have streamed in, even before you give it a name, Rules are the first thing you’ll soon find the need to reframe, And before
The lights were already on, when I first came to be onstage, Nobody had asked me, but I’m sure staying there was courage, No idea what the others were going to say or do, was I even an actor?
Many have walked this path before me, and yet the corpses are so few, The ones that lie before me, are warnings painted a crimson hue, Warnings that most before me found wise enough to heed, This only made
We pluck fluffy balls of cotton from so many different plants, Having no idea, which would end up in towels, mops, and pants, But every tuft itself, shorn of identity, has no consequence to dread, Caring even less, that many
When outstretched hands reach out for your support, And you routinely ignore them like another status report, If your arms cannot reach to those hanging by strands, Maybe you should consider chop chop chopping your hands. When tired legs try