The Game Is Over Poem by Maria Sudibyo

life is like a racing game
there are obstacles that should we avoid
and there are bonus that suddenly appear
sometimes we lose control though we have been expert
the fuel is countdown and the level accelerates by the time
it depends to us whether we safely drive,
try to reach the score as high as we can,
don't care what troubles ahead,
or just enjoy the ride
all have different prices and consequences
but it always same in the end, the game designed to over