As a rule of thumb
We often succumb
To things that we won’t ever get
Predictable to a rule
We’ll be someone’s fool
Till we’re forced to let go and regret
There’s a pattern we all
Take to our downfall
And no matter what stories we select
To make sense of the mess
It’s tinged with distress
When the dots begin to connect
So steer clear
Or live in fear
When things start looking perfect
It’s not peculiar
When the end is near
For things to go down, in domino effect.
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