Isolated Dominoes

It's a sad existence, that of a domino. Seems simple, at first, but then again, what do you know?

For you are another, not related at all. Sure, you're alike, only because you fall.

You fall for another, just as the domino does. Looking back, do you know what it was?

It was for her, a beauty in his eye. But to you? She doesn't matter, might as well die.

He saw her in a special light, perfection in one form. Seeing all his love, you gave only scorn.

Yet you replicated his actions, just for another. For a lifetime with her, anyone you would smother.

This sad existence is still misunderstood. He cannot love, oh no, but you should?

All different dominoes, humans in place. Someone falls first, that's why it's a race.

But only few can win, such is our nature. It is unfruitful to us, almost all of this labor.

For if I want her, it means I must fall. She falls for another, on the floor they sprawl.

So what is the point, in this game we play? It seems to be missing, at the end of the day.

Yet we keep on trying, filled with ambition. Yet we fail so often, on this pitiful mission.

It's a sad existence, that of a domino. From this poor game, we lie motionless, cold.