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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My life has been one enormous charade, A make believe game, A play I have played, A story I tell myself, day and night, Hidden from myself, out of sight, A game of hide and seek, While searching for something else to eat. The game, A cosmic game, A comic game, A bad joke, A puff of smoke, A laugh, A bath, A lonely path, The Game. I used to take it so seriously, Think it, feel it so real, so perfectly, So certain I that was right, That I lived in the light, So convinced that I knew the rules, So obvious I had all the tools, That I saw the truth, That I saw the light, Would win the battle, win the fight. Heard the sound of the distant drum, Calling me to battle with the devious one. The walls of my ego were high and mighty, My dreams and delusions danced in front of me, Their smooth dark surface impossible to climb, Images I swallowed and thought were mine. I made them alive, moving and real, Twist and turn like a slimy eel, Just to tell myself that I was still someone, Playing in the game and having lots of fun, Just to tell me and to tell you, That I wasn't a loser, So I wouldn’t hear the words game over. Game over, Check and mate, Here's the gate, You have to take, Out of the Game, The game of shame. The game of avoiding being blue, Of dogging the bullets they shot at you, The atomic bomb they drop on your head, The monsters that they put under your bed. The game of hiding away, Live to play another day, Even if it's only make believe, The prizes in plastic, And not worth a dime, At least I have the impression that they are mine, At least I don't fell the pain, The pain of shame, In this perverted game. So that I don't feel I'm a prisoner, Tied to this post, Don't even realise that I'm only a ghost, That the truth is well hidden, On the board of the game. That the prizes are in plastic, But they are shiny and new, The paint hardly chipped, The emptiness hardly shows through, The laughing is loud, The smiles are all warm and friendly, And we are all together, Joyful and happy. The illusion is REAL, And only the mad man knows, That it's a rotten deal. more of my poems at http://labyrinthoflies.com
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