The Game

Running from the cliché, hiding from the fire

Trying to keep it easy, preaching to the choir

Keeping the pace slow, see how it goes.

Images tattooed, scares imprinted ,

thoughts conflicted, emotions convicted

reality lying truth.

But what do I know, I’m just a part of the show.

Past, sweet and bitter

Present, fleeing emotions

Future, wonders and worries

Dreams, fears and passions

Unique to the eye of the beholder, but inflicted by everyone else.