This open-close game jokes with poses closest to your focus, stop-go, know no one broke this, hopeless though I stroked with flow, the way we grow provokes us with the sight today, that's why we think we got the right-of-way, the brightest day if I may- gave our darkest gems, I'm penning memories, that would send seven enemies, only meant for me to backtrack, trapped in a flashback, foreshadow the more travel to trackback, the fact that still I lack cracks codes to hack roads, to the soul drove round the globe to the grove, in this cul-de-sac, where I reached the dead end, attention met sin, ceased blessings, brought tension to a tense intersection, an offence bleeps sense, splinters hit connections, spit sessions to assess and attest guests, story of a lifetime, who's the host, guess?, nothing more, nothing less, just something best, that will explain and defame this stressed quest, go east, go west, open, close souls, no reply in the eye, what a shy troll, why stroll in the street with the right-of-way, just to go but reverse then die today, my high would say it's a game where you hit this, but if you miss, take a **** and resist risks.