Yes it’s the games we all love the games
Dressed with joy and fueled with others sorrow
Fallen we forget, risen we now praise
Let us not discard the center of the games
Benign ecstasy we create from the bad
Honesty honored for all to hear
Upheld is the games, backseat for most
Still suffices we learn to settle
Look past the front who’s lower than the back
Prime to the cause and shunned fitting in well
On a ledge they are for all to see
Share malice brander to scorn and feel dear
We do all but regret us watching the games
There are no boundaries but that in the center
Watchful we are only to the front
No need other we’re all part of the games
Look to the back and you’ll see the truths
Harrowed in filth but still in discuss
Feeling higher than the high but lower than most
Discarded and centered those who do not join
A cycle it is from one place in thought to another
From front to back, back to center, center feeding the front
We’re all apart of it, yet we’re not the same
We’ll all be centered at the end of the games
