The Game

The die are placed on the board of our lives, Both sets of eyes, horribly kept shut, The exchange of fantasy from reality; and the stage set, Here, turns are not given but literally taken, An entrée of malice with Devilish intent, Surely time well spent, Roll after roll, When will it end? The paths on offer are many, reaching toward eternity, The climax at a bridge, An offer to fall, A glance at each other, and we know not where we go, As this is the course of the Game of our ties. NOTE: "Die" is plural form of Dice