They gave me a ticket to life
assuming it was a fairground
Trial for a merry ground.
Didn't tell me it's not supposed to be fare
a distant girl gave me a glare.
A windy carrousel danced a twirl
found a dying pearl.
Unwritten rules
lay silently in pools
party to be filled with fools.
If life were a country
big or small
it would still chase
demanding bounty.
Life's only currency the past and present
works ever present.
Auction to be paid
a story finely made.