The rules that we choose

It's a song. Kind of.
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So smash all your hopes in a wall of your fate,
You'll never be able to piece'em.
And watch me as I will entice'em and bait
Creating the clearest ether.
I'll sponge all your dreams, all your secrets and fears
To teach you a legible lesson
Revealing that all your attempts to career
Have heightened the risks to be lessened.

So keep your denial
Of rising to fame,
You won't get the feel of my views.
Your life is a trial,
While mine is a game –
It's only the rules that we choose.

You wanted your plans to be clear and safe,
You had only practical wishes.
And now you're as worn as a starveling waif
Desiring for hot and side dishes.
You regarded your gains, your successes and flunks
As results of your efforts and motions,
You stayed calm while I shared all my insults with drunks
Spitting up my abuse and emotions.

Your lifeline is knobby,
You dodge and you fob,
Always ready to show up the ruse.
My life is a hobby,
Your life is a job –
It's only the rules that we choose

You corner your preys with ingenious threats,
While I get'em with somnolent suasion.
You develop your plans calculating your dreads –
I just look for another occasion.
You dance on the bodies of those to be friends
In preparing for dancing on air,
And you know where it goes to and when it would end,
But as ever you don't even care.

The course that you went
Was the pit that you fell
Into, marking each step with a bruise.
I'll go to the end
And you'll go to the hell –
It's only the rules that we choose

And time that is passing
Starts catching your breath,
Blacks out all the glittering hues.
My life comes to nothing,
Your life comes to death –
Blame only the rules that we choose.
It's only the rules that we choose.