The Man

A man always has two faces -
One, which he exposes to the world,
The other for his survival.
He plays the same game, everyday
Sometimes he embraces the losses
Victories silently lead to his revival.

A man will never be without options
For choice-less reality is no reality at all;
His existential game is all about his choices,
And his lies, deceit and carnivorous streak
Roam around his immoral, flexible identity
Only to prove that a tortoise is seldom careless.

Oh what does a man know of this life!
Life is a tunable strategy in fools' paradise.