Isn't it insane,
this suffering, this pain?
Some live truly to live
Others want only to die
People who long to take
from others who will cry
There is no one to blame
Life is just a game
Humans are tiny chess pieces
scattered about a board
Separate, yet intertwined
They never last forever
Have you ever lied
to get what you want?
Do you live in regret
of life's many wrongs?
We cheat, we steal
We wound, we heal
We're gone just as fast as we got here
Where will we be one hundred years from now?
Dead, gone, forgotten
No one will be remembered
No one at all
Old ancient pictures lost
in old dusty drawers.
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 11:09 AM UTC
Isn't it insane,
this suffering, this pain?
Some live truly to live
Others want only to die
People who long to take
from others who will cry
There is no one to blame
Life is just a game
Humans are tiny chess pieces
scattered about a board
Separate, yet intertwined
They never last forever
Have you ever lied
to get what you want?
Do you live in regret
of life's many wrongs?
We cheat, we steal
We wound, we heal
We're gone just as fast as we got here
Where will we be one hundred years from now?
Dead, gone, forgotten
No one will be remembered
No one at all
Old ancient pictures lost
in old dusty drawers.