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The Game of Life
Here,
I'll tell you something good
About how life is
A tightrope act
One anything but ordinary
The rope is nothing but a string
Weaved from dew-covered spider silk
And when you slip
You may try to grab on
But it'll only snap
So you dive headfirst
Into a boundless sea of whispers
At first, you're drowning
So squeeze your eyes shut
And cover your mouth
You'll only get immersed
Upon the curiosities of skepticism
Once you drift to the bottom
There's no point in your endeavor
So you might as well give up
But then you hear the unspoken promises
See the rivers made of stars, the trees of gold,
The patchwork fish and the tinfoil stars
Which wrap around our ankles
And yank us forward
Though the sound only recedes
While golden truths and values spill from our eyes
There's no rush of water
And no jingle of the moon
We become blind upon the flashing lights
As we give into ignorant bliss
And push on forward
Until the world gives way to oblivion
Everything's plucked back
One by one,
Two by two,
Three by three,
Until the earth holds the skies,
While the air forms the ground
We become a balanced scale
Forget the 'dos' and the 'don'ts'
Disproportionate, we tip over
And fall skyward
Then, in the back of your head
We seem to lull ourselves away
Unto infinity
As we repeat simple words
We tell our thoughts, here you may rest
Curl your toes in the foamy waves
Let your fingers lay limp
All the persevering clocks will stop and wait
So let yourself wander
As it falls silent
Silent, and tranquil
But, you know,
I've never liked the circus
And my life isn't yours
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