Nothing is ever right
And everything is same
Everything is just meaningless
A endless torturing game

The people,we are merly pieces
Of this endless play
We have no free will
Controlled every day

Our lives are dictated
With the roll of a dice
No telling who will get the good or bad
There is no rolling twice

And then there is the love card
So painful and so bliss
Oh this game would be better
If that option didn't exist

I don't want to give away the ending
And ruin the surprise
But things can really get better
If you just try

Maybe this life can brighten up
If you look beyond the game
If you look to all the love
And forget about the pain

In the end of this myserious life
Through summer,spring,winter, and fall
We can look at the bright side of things
And be happy after all.


NOTE:This poem is dedicated for my brother Josh. Happy Birthday.





 
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