A poem I wrote on the games of life. We all screw up and sin... this poem is about that... |
You've gotten to good with the bad act Sad with the fake smile With room for what? Loving who? And remember what you had But never forget Learn from mistakes and never regret For as time is long Its short and quick Bowed down at the mercy of destiny's whip Cradling what? No more like whom The lies the fake distraught for doom Above the fog Above the rest Yet crashing down Whose life is next One then two then three then four They drop like flies but what for? They knew what would happen a'knocking the door When ignorance blinded He shun with scorn Adore we might Hate we bear Things we fight The games a'scare For wish as you might And try as you can There's no reaching them in no mans land The games unfair You win but you lose No matter what path You go down or choose But choose wisely You have but one card Sent from the lost The land yet afar But even played right you still bear the scars But hear this bidding Not all light equates to good As not all bad equals to evil There's difference in legend And clouded beliefs But one must look beyond the reefs Remember this one time No matter when or how Or little even for We all fall guilty in time To Destiny's Trap Door |