Along with time comes the craft
The craft of a game to be played
we’re all part of the game

Nothing else for us to do
a choice
To play, or not to play

the game itself is always there
and as the clock keeps ticking
all will get hurt

with the pain comes the bitterness
the will to play
and as bad as it may be

You play, badly
inflicting more sorrow
for you, for him, for her

Your cover hardening
your play improving
you continue the game you cannot win.


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