Who are you to judge me, I don't know your rules, can't play your game. With your sharp tongue you invite the weak, many listen, much enjoy. What is it you have to say, I hear your words but I don't understand. I have tried my friend, long ago I wanted to play. The game was interesting; waiting for an invite that would never come. Only now do I realize that I had played. The fool has many roles. And the game continues. But ironically the roles have changed. Silently and in the dark it has become my turn, and I hear your words no more. It is my turn, and I have been watching the game.