Each time a bee hits a glass-pane
And thrusts its might, but all in vain...
I open the window & set it free
And pray that 'He' does the same to me!
In times when all that I may see
Is just one road for there to be
And if I'm weak or the path's too long
I better be smart than being plain wrong!
Is it cowardice to choose another path
Or is it smartness to skip the blood-bath?
Do you play to win or do you play to play?
Is an answer I seek from myself today...
