What would you say to someone while introducing them to a game, after they were just tramitized by you?

I gave you a word.
What did you expect from it?
I expected myself to live up to it.
Now I know I'm not.
Is the word meaningless?
Or am I.

Why am I to be saved?
The nothingness I produce,
Could never measure to,
The love I have received.
Knowing all choices made.
The worth always questioned.
Middle ground ending in no man's land?
What's infront of me but a void of,
Decisions.

Arching to touch the ground.
A flexible object,
The tension fixing on the centering point.
A flexible object,
Pulled down at both ends.
A flexible object,
Waiting to stretch out.
A flexible object,
Snaps into two.

So nice to have met you...
Here you see only this,
In the void darkness creates.
Wishing to be warm,
This moves around.
Can you feel warmth around you?
Or is it a cone of perspective, drawing.
Knowing the ever changing nature,
I fear the touch.
Letting it linger above me,
I waste to dust below.