The Game

We get many chances We take many stances We love to create instances We love to break circumstances. We create delusions We make confusions We suspect interruptions We interpret discussions. The world seems too small The topic seems too dull The words face the fall The temp increases in the hall. We keep conversing We don't plan meetings We hide deep feelings We surface them by joking. People try to keep it real We try to otherwise feel We do make deals But never our relation do we seal. The wind calls out our name The birds chirp to fame Though it sounds outright lame we never get tired of our games.