The Game, Playing the Game

'I want you to use all your powers and your skills I don’t want his mother to see him like this Look, look how they massacred my boy'... Don Corleone (Marlon Brando) in “The Godfather” ------------------------------------------------------- Playing the game. It's a game isn't it? Life is but a game, but a dream isn't it? I drove home by that road many, many times, that very same short-cut country road that you took that road where our lives crashed, exploded and shattered shattered in jagged shards of Silver-Saturn pieces (This is where you must have seen the swerving headlights What were your thoughts? Were you worried? Were you alarmed? This is the spot, oh God this is where, where it all hap... What were your LAST thoughts? What were your last words when that pick-up jumped, jumped and flew out of that ditch? You always said "WHAT THE"...Yeah, you must have said that) Driving myself to madness playing the 'what if' game What if you had driven just a little faster? A little slower? Stopped to pick up something? DIDN'T stop to pick up something? (Did-didn't-did...) Stayed at work a minute longer, or left a minute early? (What-if-what-if what-if-why-where-what-how) Just what are the odds? Just what are the chances? 2:AM? Maybe one car, one car every 2 hours or so? If it were a head-on collision, you may have survived If on the rear side, perhaps only a violent spin But no, no it had to be on the driver’s side door It was 'perfect timing, a 'perfect' flash in time (Perfect-imperfect-perfect-why-where-what-when) I drove home by that same road many, many times, that very same short-cut country road that you took that country road you were driving; innocently driving just trying to get back home... Yes, playing the game. It's a game isn't it? Life is but a game, but a dream isn't it? ISN'T it.