The Game

The game we play Full of fury and rage And lies and disdain And hurricanes of pain, Is the game of love Of choices from above, And friends turned out While we whistle and shout It's a dance of a play Written for us and they Who know with a wink And it ain't what we think. Love on this plane Is for the lost and insane, For thinking we live To caress and to give. So cruel a first glance Until you realize by chance, That it's you to be asked To be accountable at last. No one told you to blink When you left God in the sink. And you thought that your other, Was just a new mother, Of the light of the True God, In a drunken like nod, When you picked a mere soul, Over the Light, o'er the goal.