Lesson Learned.

I choose the blues I selected the tools. I’m the tester of the jester. I guessed wrong and got bested ; I truly did admire his moves.

I sit here in aw and gazing I stood there defining ; My thoughts were that I could beat the rules.

I would have retreated faster, if I had known I defied the utmost scholar; I thought I’d prosper but failed.

I select the rules, I chose the lows. I hurried to master the disaster. I built misery up to the high hilt; I turnabout to sever my very own nose.

I stand there trapped and broken, I sat here smugly brazen; My antagonist did rule that battlefield.

I might have stepped out, if I had only known my foolish route, I now wear those thick scars within.