THE GAME

Nobody knows if it can ever be

For a Great Designer such as He

To be bothered with a man like me

Even as I cry here like a baby.

Because Long before I knew it,

I had been planted with a seed.

Onto mortality's one-way street,

Now, I'm just part of this evil deed. 

The pain and the heartbreaks I find

Are no accidents but cruel design.

As I leave joy and laughter behind,

It's to disease and old age I resign.

I wish I might as well be mad,

If the rules of the game are so sad.

I wouldn't mind dying if it's all bad,

But with love, beauty and all that?

The code of life is hard to crack.

And the clock never turns back.

O just give it a go, what the heck!

Before it all turns pitch-black!