Pawns of a game, a guessing game, a game Where chance rules supreme. Dice roll with stardust, driven by cosmic winds, with whim at the bow and wheel is its own entity. Everyone seeking cheap tricks, but to no avail, only To walk a common road, traversed by paupers and kings. How to win the game? Well, winners and losers are Indistinguishable, like grains of sand to the ***** eye. Deceiving shadows loom about the playground. What can be a rabid monster shredding flesh Might as well be a mouse nibbling on stray kernels. There are no rules, despite the libraries of doctrine And laws of man which change with the season, Reflecting the customs of various regions. Players argue at the round table as to what the Objective may be. Perhaps survival of the fittest? To harbor joy while making a pittance? To love wholeheartedly, for good riddance? One thing’s for certain. The game will end, some way or another. Let’s have the thrill of our lives, while it lasts. Let’s entertain the impossible before we pass.