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Dec 2013
Life is a winding road
that is part of a bigger arcade
It is a game, part of a never-ending cycle
They say you must "work" for a "good" future,
but I'm starting to think that it's all
a synonym for a game

You go to school
for what seems like forever
Then once you graduate,
you attend another school,
and another one after that
Finally when the nightmare ends,
It's time to start earning a living
It's time to start working,
day after tiring day
Exhaustion and depression and seclusion arising,
all for the purpose of "living"
Then, at last, retirement arrives
only to be interrupted by an urgent
phone call from the hospital

It's all a game, really
Non-stop running while
jumping over obstacles
Grab the money before it's too late!
There-- a chance for survival
to last a little longer
Demons come flooding in
on the right corner of the screen
Quick, you have to outrun them,
even with so little lives left,
as the top of the screen indicates
Just keep running, on and on and on…

Until, just like every other time,
the flashing red letters
materialize on the screen,
forming the phrase that we all await:
GAME OVER
Written by
chloe marie
451
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