A Fool's Game

              A fool's Game

            Madman, can't you see?
           All your self made misery.
            Here is a helpful tip
           About the schedule you worship:
                    
            Fickle are the sands of time,
            Challenging your paradigm.
            The perfection that you leave
            Nobody would care to grieve.
                         
            You'ld chose order over life,
            Yet this causes you no strife.
            White walls and a spotless floor
            Will never cause a heart to soar.
         
            At some point everything rusts,
            Falls apart and turns to dust.
            When that day will come to you
            Your worst nightmare will come true.
            Of what value is a spotless tomb?