Why are our fingers not forged the same?
Is the thought of having eyes behind our backs lame?
There are things we never get to choose;
Times we let our egos bruise.
Miss a few screws and your sense is on a wild cruise.
Where the just have clues, the unjust form deformed views.
Life is not fair, just play the game.
Write your name in flames and bag the fame.
Don’t worry about who’s late with their quota,
Do not give in to misery, not one iota.
The earth must strike a balanced deal.
Heaven and hell is just as real.