The game is rigged. Only those who know the rules Are allowed to succeed. But at what cost? Hollowed out lives, Playing safe, grey, Shying away from colour That lies beyond. Those who just exist Who only wish to survive Know the rules Like the back of their hands. Constantly striving, Staying within known formulas Calculating, knowing, controlling Every step, every reaction Every outcome. Danger signs all around Consistently on guard, ready to strike But in a moment's notice - retreating Avoiding the unbearable. But the rulebreakers Are the ones who want to live, Who constantly question the what if. What if there was more To the Game of Life handed to them? They also see danger, taste fear But they refuse to be paralysed, To be confined, to adhere to the rules They change them - stop the rigging. They don't roll the dice In hopes of moving forwards. They roll the dice ignoring the outcome. Moving forward space by space Until there's no more spaces to go And then they take that leap Off the board, into the unknown.
They roll the dice ignoring the outcome. I felt this
The leap off the board really stayed with me; how often we convince ourselves the dice are all that matter, when the real freedom is leaving the game altogether.