The soul heap

 Unfold life infront of you
Throw caution to the wind
It's concerning tragedy tragedy
The loose loose setter

setting up the boardgame
a soul heap for each one to sort from
Piece of yourself there wandering
out of control caution to the wind

Where where where has it gone
the spark in your eye the ruby in the throne
The rough old squares of the boardgame
not spilling the sugar your way 

So throw caution to the wind
Let go of the tight tight regretter
concern yourself not with tragedy
It's all a colorful piece of cardboard anyway

Throw the dice
Freeing the moment
Be someone you weren't
put it out of the square

Just a piece of nothing
waiting to be solved passively
in the rule of a popular game
which piece have you pretended to be