play my game

ensnared even without knowing, a spell that is alive, the adapts turns permanent when the weary sleep for fatigue has set in, as calculated, when eyelids begin to close, the same sign over and over, dulls the brain. anticipated. played, like a rat rushing out to greet a friend, for fairy tales do make it seem like all beings have a little of heaven, choose the right thing to do isn't that lovely child? the mocker grins as claws sink deep, into heart feeling no pain because the pleasure is mistaken, not able to point at directions when a compass has long been buried. trampled, broken, smashed our smashed faces intertwined the earth is over crowded with too much efficiency for some, others not so much, no longer useful, adapt to what? the narrator sings a song, dull and sleepy like: maybe this is all a dream after all the mice said to the cat, then let's play catch the rat! as it scuttles about, aiming for a hole, finding none, again it was all planned out: your game not mine, and the ending i do not need to guess.