Careful

There's a certain line you don't cross,
And sometimes you just luck out,
That the rest of the world is f'd up enough,
That you can just duck out,

And have your actions dismissed,
Though, then, your lesson isn't really learned,
Because your action becomes something else,
And the fear becomes unconcern,

And you try again despite the close call,
And your luck is pressed too far,
And you're not really a bad person but,
Fate caught you lowering the bar.

And it's alright,
There's always the next life,
You have to live because your last one is,
Marked by shamefulness and strife.