The Game

It’s all about the game Players just pawns in the grand design Trying to make their way In the journey that binds us all Taking chances and fighting the fate Doing your best to bloom Making something out of nothing And finding meaning in the shadows Sleep the only respite But it don’t come easy Conscience guiding the chaos Letting you slip through the cracks Arranging thoughts running through your head Listening to others but not hearing at all Clinging on to supposed meaning And clutching the blinkers tightly Freedom a state of mind Constant imagination of something better Ignorance the only bliss But maybe not the one to strive for Just make the most out of it For it’s the only chance you get To exit with a smile of content