The Game of Life
They laughed, skipping merrily in a field of blossoming flowers,
That I could only chase behind,
Never once knowing the bliss of the blissful.
Anchors did not drag such down as I struggled in the distance,
Dragging of the legs pleading to take pause,
In an impossible race.
Victors of dejection and pain roared triumphantly,
As I slowed to a breathless halt,
The thought of chasing dreams with the others swept clean from my mind.
Looking back they did none of,
Too free to be tied to an earth that did not require it of them,
And I watched from the sidelines as those around me played the game of life.
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