To What End?

Love like melodramatic dreams
Holds a bag of trick it seems
The winding roads it gives us
Comes with early morning fuss

Beware where the light in your eye beams
Mathematics is the game at play
Calculus holding minds at bay
Everything is a grand scheme thus

Listen, hear how manipulation screams
This affair is in a midnight bus
If you participate, you’ll pay
In the end we’re all actors on screens

Vera