The Game of Life by Giana Sparacia

The Game of Life

by Giana Sparacia

I’m not one singular person, I’m a mix My mind usually likes to play tricks This makes it hard for me to fit in And I never know where to begin

I think I’m nice, but maybe I’m too much I play the role of the walking crutch In a dictionary, I have no definition Which is why I usually use repetition

A dice always missing, the queen always captured Was there an error when it was manufactured? Time is ticking, tempted to take it back, committing theft Nowhere left to turn, no more turns left

Hopefully one day, someone will see me As someone they need, or someone they strive to be ‘Cause maybe then will I feel I have a purpose I can’t imagine anything worse than this

The answer is that I need to choose In a game where I will always lose