Oh, I have played this game before.
At times it was amusing.
Other times, not so much.
It all comes round again and I play.

Hopeful that this time I won’t get played.
Knowing yet that I will.
Sooner or later
We all come to this truth.

Laugh or cry it’s all the same.
The game is rigged.
We thrive on our trickery
We cast spells, make deals,

Promise without conviction, really.
We sort our days into momentary moods
Hopeful till the end
Or close to it.

In many ways the accident of life
Tied to the clocks of time
Is the largest trick of all.
And into the trap we fall.

Nothing else to do, I think
Nothing else to try.
So we play the game
And then we die.