Our Game
Inner brillance from which we are torn apart
We have all known our place since the game’s very start
One rolls a dice
Another rolls two
Some walk into glory
Another trips over his shoes
Fair it is not, the games has its flaws
Yet people keeping playing, obeying its laws
Players removed when the games sees it fit
Many lose or are forced to quit
It began with such vigor, such pure joyous fun
Now the only victors seem to be carrying guns
The dice have been buried, along with the rules long ago
Waiting to be pushed while someone yells”GO!”
Guiding your movement, hindering thought
NEVER try to win, you will risk being caught