Nature Of The Game Poem by Ghost Legend
Nature Of The Game
I asked some folks today
What the meaning of life was,
If it's worth sticking around.
There was nothing they could say.
Told me to keep going,
Until my head hit the ground.
C'est la vie, they claim.
It was time to let go
Of the lost and found.
Nature of the game, simply,
And there is nothing but to play.
Thursday, June 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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