The first thing we did was to draw breath,
We then needed food,
We wanted to play,
Then we lived to play.
There were many games,
Chose what we enjoyed the most,
Or that which we had best chanced of winning,
But we lived to play.
Some played rough, some cool,
Some played for teams, some self,
Some fast, some slow,
Some had it easy, some hard,
Some quit, some played on,
Some changed the rules, the game
Some didn't wanna play,
Some obsessed on finding the perfect play,
Some wondered why others love it so much,
Refused to play,
Never aware, they were playing the game of thought,
Some only dreamt it, longing for it,
Waiting for the day to end, and it always did.
Some showed mercy, sportsmanship,
Some played ruthlessly,
Found joy in watching others lose,
Some played mind games, trickery,
Some fighting, some running,
Win, lose, glory, shame, everyday.
All for the satisfaction of it.
And when the day is over we're all gone,
Players change, the game goes on.
And you ask the meaning of life,
We've had it all along
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