Everything starts with a resounding clash.
Pieces fly across the sky in hopes of a lucky break.
Will lady fortune favor me when my time comes?
When she inevitably calls to me I am forced with decisions;
Do I gamble all I've worked for or do I stand in hopes of a better call?
As I gain and lose with these decisions I see how lady fortune leads my path, a long and hard one
At least when I get to the end I will receive my reward
As she commands me I find myself at her mercy, as she spontaneously forces my hand and leaves me with no decision at all
Pass go, do not collect 200
