Two bats,
one ball—
swinging on and off
the table,
like rolling dice.
Winning to lose—
that's all.
Every game is
Life—
Life itself, the opponent,
and you—
on the other side.
Dreams spinning off—
on the table.
Up and down,
left to right.
To maintain cohesion
or the rhythm,
the paddle keeps it
bouncing,
even through
a blurred vision—
The sweat breaks you
or creates history.
Were you made for me?
That still remains a mystery...
I waited—
yet I still would be—
for something that
never happened—
Perhaps, it could be.
What it misses—
is a quote for life.
It is now just a game;
to be alive.