The Game of Life
Life is too short
A gamble of some sort
And we are merely players of the game;
A game where every one's life is not the same.
Some may lose, some may win
Some in the process commit millions of sin.
Some survive because of luck
Some just curse their lives suck
Some cry over what's already've been spilled,
While others pray their hearts be healed,
But is this really life's true meaning?
Is it really a game of gambling?
Is it really a journey to success and fame?
Or a journey full of regrets and shame?
I don't know and I don't care,
All I know is that life has never been fair.
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