Medium

I'm just a game the ghosts play I'm an empty shell they crawl into and live for another day I say things I never meant I dream things I can't comprehend I speak lies that one day were one day will be I'm just a game for good and evil cursed with a brain to think I'm in control what do I know? to listen when hushed but to not go down that road! It's not entirely my fault but I don't know If i was born this way I hear prayers in my head from yesteryear from the future from myself in the mirror I'm just a game the ghosts play haunted by dreams shattered and the reality I'm crazy this way with no one left to prove it to so they strategize for one last chance of their dream come true Kings from centuries ago have told me things I've sworn never to repeat Queens long since past have come to me to tell me their confessions of their world philosophers contemplate the living layer I am I just act because I've lost myself I'm afraid of myself I'm just a game for the dead for the future presently being played and the eye spy in my 3rd eye says the dead prophet a game where fates come into play and every path an ultimatum Someone throw me a muse no choices left but to choose a different game with different rules another death wish Everybody is a foolish fool but i know to be humbled when hushed but not always to take that road