Time to toe the line, she said
Buckle down and play the game
Complying as expected
If to you it’s all the same
But the rules feel like a riddle
Twisting round my restless mind
Every move is weighed and measured
Marching in a silent line
Yet in the hush of order,
A question softly calls—
What if the game is broken
And the rules were never mine at all
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