But that’s the whole point of the game:

to lose yourself,

to choose yourself,

to put your own self up on the shelf;

to get lost in the game,

to get found in its fame,

to pick yourself a whole new name;

to re-do it all,

to let it all fall,

to break down the entire fourth wall;

to roll the dice again,

that’s it,

to try it just one more time;

don’t admit

that it’s going well.

There’s no way to tell

which way the dice fell,

so just pick them up once more.