The Game Of Life

I exist in this world but I don’t exist at the same time

My body, time and soul is given a monetary value

I no longer feel like a human but an object

An object that has to provide value in return for money

Life is just an exchange

I can’t cry and complain

I must be a part of this game

If I am to win, be happy and grin

If I want to stay alive I better swim or risk drowning

So I fight against the waves and the force of gravity that is trying to push me down

I guess I have to beat the odds, seems odd but I understand that this is the reality of the life that I live in

Not perfect, maybe not even worth it

But I have to do whatever is possible for my children, family and those who look up to me as a role model

So I act to fit into society, the hierarchy… the game

The games we play

Just so we can fit in and stay

Make our money and pay

Give it away

Travel a straight road, keep our mouth closed, do as we are told and never touch the real gold

Just the pieces and fragments of the whole

Unless your smart and bold

Do as your told

And never complain