Run the Game

I run for ever
I run for fun
The ample resource clouds my judgment
I am further from the truth
I only see sky 
My conscious is my compass
I try to elevate and articulate
This is air for ever to breathe
Going to fall in the shadows
No-name is the order of the day
I symbolize confusion 
Then the elevator goes down
I am in the dark place I belong 
I transpose for reality 
My orders are complete
I am a heat seeking missile
Point me and I destroy
This is my future and past all rolled into one
The game is over 
I have only regret as my friend
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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January 5, 2015 at 1:56 PM
Christopher, that is the end of the game with a heated seeking missile, good write
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