We picture life as a game.

Start at go. Choose your starting piece.

Roll the dice.

Take a chance.

Draw a card. Collect your money.

or maybe lose some.

Watch as the other players pass you or fall behind.

Its a game.

Everyone plays by the rules.

“You can’t do that,” says the red piece. “thats not the rule.

But who says we have to play by the rules?

When the final goal is so close in reach,

who says rules apply?

Who says?

Why not roll the dice and run

head on to the end?

Because we have the power

to grab at our dreams,

our future

and pull it in close,

to defy the rules

and cast them aside.

We are the future

and the past

and the present.

Pass go. Collect $200 dollars.


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