Mystery not to be Told
Mystery not to be Told
Flashing colours
Moving pieces
Sequences of letters trying to move the pieces
Fingers twitching brain glitching
Brain black you got no way back
Every second matters
Oh so much
You slap your hands down and look down to the ground
A sign you get
You jump up and down or mourn down
When an opportunity comes it only comes once
It is skill that drives
But luck is there
You can't kick him out
Some give up while pursue until they are there
The average person thinks it is hard
It is thought they are smart
They are geniuses is what is thought
None ever no themselves
Satisfaction is hard
Until you work hard
It is hard to get there but once you do
Blockades will be in your way
They are never ending
Till you get past all
It is all or nothing
Will you have all or take nothing home
So what is it, do you?