Posts Tagged With: game
Even though often one grabs the chance to say it
the thought of it made her mostly too early to quit
she didn’t know what tone it had when spoken
she have heard of it only when its parts are broken.
A warrior they say mostly runs alone
a warrior doesn’t want to be in any kind owned
a warrior runs first, she wasn’t born to follow
a warrior must learn his bitterness in loneliness to swallow.
Such warrior keeps his fear as a friend
such warrior has no right and time to bend
such warrior – she couldn’t anything else to be
such warrior may never know the sound of ‘we’.
It is a game folks. It is like chess.
And there are no players on the sides. Or they are not as we could imagine them.
Black chess pieces, white chess pieces, it is all the same. It is one shitty game. And we are stuck in it.
And you don’t have to trow it away. The way out is: You only have to Understand. To become aware of the game. And it will have no more importance. No winners, no losers.
The black and white grounding could be taken only as a nice design. Nothing more, nothing less. And the reflections of the design make the play. Although, it is up to the chess pieces to decide if they will be only above it, or they will play according the flashes of the black and white surface…in some 50 shades of gray… Just stop doing it.
But you are certainly more than the chess pieces. You play the game at this very moment. And you rule it, you make the game important, but you can undo it as well.
See you around…
I was thinking if debt
Is a hidden meaning for death
Same as in fact all money
are to some only funny.
Is the paradox of our life
Every day in our hands as knife
Cutting off the reality we should live
By making us sleepy for money to strive?
We should step aside from the crowd for a while
And try to walk alone only a mile
And the price of a banknote to try to consider
And to discover the real intention of the bidder.
We are trapped here in our own cage
Where insane is thought to be every sage
Who speaks silent, or sometimes weird
Showing of nothing he is feared.
But as one said before the dawn of the new year
one is as universal law very clear:
Time is moving fast and the people are changed
But also there are such who change time so strange.
And the time is now…
Make someone laugh for a while
Trying to share her joy
Made her only someone’s sarcasm toy. Trying and trying she started dying
Dying to feel she lives for her own too
And she tried this time to stop her soul’s crying
And started waiting for the one to come out of the blue. Looking back is not her favorite thing
But sometimes to the past man have to give a ring
So she tried an old trick and never drank depressive wine
She started believing once she saw that sign.