What do you do?

What do you do?

When life sounds like a game played with you as a pawn

Would you put on the humour mask and laugh out loud

Be a sport and play along the route, you are thrown on.

When life sounds like a joke, you are being played upon

Would you cry out helpless, dramatise the events...

Call up those good friends, publish the tragedy and keep holding on...

The End

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