The testing ground is tricky,
things are not as they first seem,
the honey pots are sticky,
and there’s poison in the cream.
There’s booby traps and land mines,
made to look like something good,
they turned around the road signs,
so you end up in the wood.
Some take it at face value,
and they grab all they can get,
but that’s how they corral you,
and you end up in their net.
Some try to dress transgression,
as a family affair.
The judge who sits in session,
disagrees and doesn’t care.
There’s many ways of losing,
but there’s just one way to win,
make sure the things you’re choosing,
come from love and not from sin.
A dreamworld of illusion,
with your conscience in control,
to assess the human soul.