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We play, we stray, Life, many a doorway all areas grey. A mystical array, along the way.

Along the way to destiny we travel night and day. Sometimes predator, sometimes prey.

Life's a game? Is what they say. Why on the real, I must appeal, everyday, a new deal at

times hard as steel. Though, sadly the case and occasional false face beware the coup de

grace, Haters, trying to knock you out of the race.

Just check out Sal, loved kickin it with his best pal Hal, till he met his gal Val. Nearly lost

all rational. He kept a cool head, prayed instead, what came to light, he'd grossly misread.

An enlistee on an odyssey although very hard to perceive, alternate realities, Believe.

Many a tempting temptation, unnececessary complications. While walking many aisles,

compiled by trails, that are very worthwile. There is no doubt, whatever your rout you'll go

bout after bout. Tall tails tattled nerves definitely rattled by the prattle, living life right? A

straight up hill battle.

Even though you'll get floored as destiny, you walk toword, if you don't jump ship, stay on

board, Great will be your reward. You see, the scheme of things, like a mean dream even

extreme, are seldom what they seem. So mind the intrusion of delusion the bringer of false

conclusion, Mass Confusion.

Now what's really real. Life's making you squirm, making you squeal, mind, soul, body needs

to be healed? Give God The Wheel. Then, cut the jiving and conniving. Absolutely, No Back

Seat Driving.

As along the way to destiny we travel night and day. Sometimes predator, sometimes prey.

Life's a game. The Heck They Say?