The Game

It is not a race we choose to join

nor do we sign our name

it’s a pre-allocated selection

a lottery we play.

It’s a game we are destined

to be a part of from the moment go –

but for what point?

Who made the rules

and who’s the game master?

Where does the puppet master sit,

watching it all play out, the hopes and dreams

and fears and stress

of everyone, playing the game.

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