Playing the game
at the pace of our lives.
Playing to win
doesn’t absolve us
of our crimes,
but it does
take
everything
we ever had
and ever wanted
in return
for a world
made of lies.
Constant as sin,
break of the day,
the warnings were there,
we looked away.
We put ourselves
over the waves
and we came down
just
like
everything does,
eventually.
We were once
immaculate mortals,
never more than
passengers.
We invented wild
back stories
for all of our scars
and glory
came with the wind,
we never trimmed
our sails one bit,
we just rode in.
Now we’re marooned
out on this isle,
lost to the ones
we tried to buy
our affections from
with wit and with guile.
Now, we’re alone.
What does it cost?
Only everything.
What is the moral?
Does it mean anything?
We played the game
and lost,
but not as much
as those who won.
We paid the fare.
We chimed right in
when we were asked
how much we’d give,
we gave it all,
but now we are left
empty.
Fate of the world;
you can’t buy
what you need.
Everything
you need to live
is free.
You can’t force the shoots
to come out of the ground,
or the bull
to lay its head down.
We can’t force
anyone to care.
We try
and we despair.
The only thing
we get is air
when we reach up
to try to steal the sky
and we wonder why
the end of the game
seems so empty.
HG – 2022
well done
Thank you. One of the rare “composed on the keyboard” pieces. I usually handwrite, but my notebook was full and I didn’t want to wake the family looking for a new one. Glad you enjoyed it!
👍 keep up the good work