Life is just a game

[Cyferz]

Wrote this in high school years ago; be kind. Refined it as much as I could without losing the base ideas.


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Life is just a game, you see
There's something for you, and something for me plenty for you, and more for me
Some play safe and some are insane
Some are blind to the fact that life's just a game

We're all the same, with different desirescontradiction, we cant be the same and want different things
Different coals burning different fireswe are all the same, but different coals? Coals make one big fire, not different ones
Decisions, decisions... It's all about choice you just said we were all the same .: we all make the same decisions .: there is no real choice.
When pen comes to paper, do I find my voice?????

Life is a dream, an illusion for you ? Dream, game, idk. The poem lost focus now
Reality is same, yet different points of view
We are figments of thought, and time is a lie
Imagination in youth, then time passes by

"Same shit, different day", you want something more cliche and cursing. Tell us how you really feel
"Same day, different shit", or else life is a bore
Life happens in moments and fragments of time
Or maybe I'm crazy. I've just lost my mind. go with this, i'm drowning in a sea of cliche and contradiction

The brain is the place where reality starts
Existance is thought, so remember your part
Memory is truth, it's all that we have
Ego is false, so please don't be madi kinda like the rhymish thing going on here, as it draws attention to what I feel is your main point.

What happens to you, and what happens to me
Matters not in the grand scheme of things, you see in the grand scheme of what things?
Ideas and concepts of reality are
What has kept us from going insane, so far pass the joint

Sometimes I wonder; this storm in my head
What to make of it all, once I'm gone and dead. once your gone and dead, there will be nothing to make of it, cause youll be dead.
If you're on my page, then kudos to you facebook page???
In all likelihood, you're completely mad too

Existentialism is over rated as a theme.

I think the point of the poem is being missed in the analysis. The poem is not to be taken literally, but taken metaphorically. A poem is an expression of a writers thoughts and feelings, which are not always logical and concise. Maybe the contradicting stanzas are meant to be? To truly make the reader think?

Oh well... it was kind of a coming of age poem; remember I was writing in high school. In high school there tends to be two types of people. Some people become very adept at playing our social game, but may become blind to the game they are playing. Others begin to see life for what it really is, the absurdity of it all.

It goes without saying that once food, shelter and sex are accounted for, we humans have very little in terms of purpose. The rest of it is merely a game to be made into whatever we make of it. Life is a distraction until we die.