Terrible Tango

Varsity life to me resembles a terrible tango. Where you either adapt or get trampled on

Centred in perplexity and continous motion.
Victimised by change and obliviously losing caution.
Engaged in this terrible tango.
Where you either adapt or get trampled on.

Resilience has become a myth indeed,
blatantly impossible it is to strive with a new breed,
Conspiciously tripping to the beat of the tango,
Where you either adapt or get trampled on.

Where adapting sometimes means sinning.
And you lose more every time you begin winning.
Where playing by the rules guarantees defeat.
And those witty are more vulnerable to deceit.

Vile as the tango may appear,
I menuvour through the odds till my destination becomes clear,
Engaged in this terrible tango.
Where you either adapt or get trampled on.