Game of Life
To live is to take a chance
each day we have many choices
is our life preordained?
the paths already written?
Or are we just balsam
blown hither and tither
when you stop and think
how much free choice is there?
Our discipline starts early
from the day we first attend
kindergarten or school lessons
after school we go out to work
Again we are at the whims of bosses
if you do not toe the line out you go
appearances are important to neighbours
so we keep our houses and gardens nice
If one drops out of every day life
and goes totally their own way
we are called odd and often far worse
just for daring to be different
Man is such a herd animal
like sheep we follow blindly
not wanting to seem unusual
needing the approval of peers
So in this game of life
we roll the dice of chance
choosing to follow fate
no real free choice for us
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013
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