The Game - 1

In the dark, the two paths both seem lonely and thin…

And my judgment no use, with no obvious win

In the game that we’re playing-a theory, at best

As we try to survive, and to dominate, lest

that the passing of years proves us right, with no hope

of original beauty, a mere isotope

of success, which we strive for, push others aside

with no room for compassion, we follow our pride…

But just where does it lead us? The twice-treaded route?

There is comfort in numbers, but what’s it about?

To do just the same as the others we see…

Can we live with ourselves? And what we’ll come to be?

Or the option that seems the more difficult trek…

Satisfaction ahead, but you’re likely to wreck

your ideals, the truth is more vast than it seems

And reality , darker than nightmares and dreams…

Will you win this great battle, for knowledge, for light?

Will illusion be shed, can you know what is right?

Or is somebody laughing, I can’t help but muse…

“You’re a fool.

This is madness.

And you’re going to lose.”