Game
A garden in Valencia, Spain, September 2018 |
Life is a game, so it seems.
Sometimes life throws a curve ball,
one you are not able to catch,
sometimes the ball is pitched
right into your hands.
Sometimes life throws a curve ball,
one you are not able to catch,
sometimes the ball is pitched
right into your hands.
The game is different now:
it is me the game which is played.
A frisbee, thrown away
soaring through the air
to be caught and thrown again,
to be just missed, too,
to disappear on the ground.
it is me the game which is played.
A frisbee, thrown away
soaring through the air
to be caught and thrown again,
to be just missed, too,
to disappear on the ground.
It seems, now is the time
to lay low, flat down
where no one can see
what the bright happy colors
on the surface are hiding
away from unwilling eyes.
to lay low, flat down
where no one can see
what the bright happy colors
on the surface are hiding
away from unwilling eyes.
Sometimes I feel like game for life,
however, I keep a smile,
I am game for it.
however, I keep a smile,
I am game for it.
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