The Game

We strive in life to seek the vain
When vain itself is never sought
Then comes the time when we realize
Life isn't worth the wars we fought

We fight and fight and lose our breath
We face the fear, we face the death
We try too hard when all we need
Is just enough to distance greed

We try to win all that we can
We try to have all strengths of man
Money, power, command and fame
It seems like all dreams are the same

We cry of grief yet shirk it not
We fear to miss yet take the shot
We're filled with doubt of all around
Fear of treason will kill profound

We crave for what we cannot reach
Even if we put fused in breach
We think we hold our fate in hand
And that we can all be so grand

Life is a giant trampoline
One may be petty after reign
It won't matter how long you'll stall
Sometime, someplace, you'll have to fall

It's not about how much you care
Or how you're prudent everywhere
It's not about how not to drop
It's about how fast you'll get up

You can be cautious and precise
And think through every notion twice
You can surround yourself with squads
Yet that would not decrease your odds

Even if you do all the right
And bring to the distressed delight
Even if you're all good in core
Pain and sorrow will knock your door

Expect a pit before a lift
The draft of greed is so adrift
Get up, stand straight. Keep moving on
By that, you'll be he who has won

It's fact that you should now accept
Believe in everything except
That good and evil end the same
If that was true then there's no game