Poker Face

You know how it goes.

The grass grows green,

and the sky seems blue.

The little girl tries,

An old man dies.

The war breaks out,

and a dove breaks loose.

The rich man stands tall,

A dreaming boy feels small.

It all seems so sure,

and there's a hole in the wall.

The little boy smiles,

An old woman sits among piles.

Chaos on the run,

and optimism wiggles in.

The girl's heart soars,

He always hits closed doors.

The grass grows green,

the sky seems blue.

Which one are you?

You know how it goes.