Why do we play these games we play?
They pull us in deeper everyday.

We're walking along a broken road
Where every step doth danger bode.
A step to the left, a step to the right;
One right step could end our plight.

Still, we pick one foot up
And set the other down,
Looking for some solid ground.

It heaves and sighs and thrashes about
Until we're not sure which way is up or out.

We know we should quit,
Yet continue on,
Looking for solace in tomorrow's dawn.

And will comfort come?
Well, who's to say?

You never can tell in these games we play.