Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Game Playing - old poem

Every day I play a game
Wake up, stretch, yawn
Every day I play a game
Talk the talk, walk the walk
Every day I fight a war
Smile, I’m fooling you now, aren’t I?
Every day I fight a war
I’m fooling myself and I wonder sometimes
Every day I play a game
A dangerous game, a game of odds
Every moment I’m alone
I see my hand, I falter, smile slipping
Every day I play a game
But I never win, and I never will
If they don’t see my hand, though, can I bluff forever?
Every night I am alone
Break from myself, break from the world
Every night I am alone
Break from myself? I don’t think so.
Every night I lie alone and wonder
How much longer can I keep up this charade
How much longer can I pretend I am fine
How much longer can I keep everyone out
Every day I walk alone, surrounded by people, but solitary in my existence
My existence – so skillfully hidden from everyone orbiting around me
And I wonder is everyone this way
No, they don’t hide as well as I do. But someone, someday will see my secret, and I.

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