The Game of Life

The Game of Life has its own way,

Where the rules make sense to none who play.

A game that was, before anything was created

The rules so complex that no one is defeated

We strut like kings though we are only a guest

Fooled into thinking we are above the rest.

It makes us strangers sharing the same space

And we lose ourselves in this endless chase

We can’t help but feel like someone’s toy

Moved by invisible hands for someone’s joy

And yet the ocean needs the shark beside the clown

Every being plays its part, none wears a crown

The game goes on and stops never

No soul so great the game would pause, not ever

For we are just the players, not the play

Here for a scene,then fading away.