Life's a Game of Rungs and Coils

Life’s a ladder swaying high. Dice are spinning wild, across the sky. Some rolls lift me to the sun. Others drop me, the snake has won. Still I climb, to what fate may bend— I’ll play this game until the end. Ladders rise and snakes descend. Turn the board and toss again. Every throw’s a twist of chance, rise or fall in fortune’s dance. To rung or coil, I take the spin— I'm scared; I'm waiting to step in. Some rungs blaze like golden fire. Pull me closer, lift me higher. Some snakes grin with painted eyes. Drag me down from stolen skies. Yet even from the ground below, I’ll roll again; Up I'll to go. Every square’s a story told. Every roll for young and old. Some will break and some will bear. Some will vanish into the air. But still I play, for in this game. Every drop and climb's the same. Life’s a ladder swaying high. Dice are spinning wild, across the sky. Some rolls lift me to the sun. Others drop me, the snake has won. Still I climb, to what fate may bend— I’ll play this game until the end.