Few dots on the cube,
Make our steps crude;
The winner takes it all,
Is what our minds recall.
Keep throwing the dice,
And run like mice;
Everyone knows it's a rat race,
So just have to keep the pace.
Sometimes it rolls wrong,
And we blame it on the fate;
But sometimes it rolls right
Then it is a trick of the hand?
The road has snakes,
The road has ladders too;
The snakes will bite,
And the ladder will take us to heights.
Be afraid of the snakes,
And the ladders will never come;
So roll the dice away,
And embrace the risk per se.
