The Game

Sometimes I feel, It wasn’t enough for me to be just born
I seem to be running for so long
In search of fame, fortune, companions et al.
I wonder whether I need them at all.

The World is an Illusion, they said,
I refused to believe it coz. I’d so much at stake
Then one day it dawned to me
I was wrong and had been caught in the Universal Melee.

Fight, as much as I may, I couldn’t release
The grip of half a century of ideas ingrained in me
Running away, sometimes I think is the solution
But how could a ‘brave’ man like me concede.

So I guess I’ll walk the same over treaded path
Till my death whether near or far
On my way will I join the raceFor fame, fortune, companions, and game.

~ by Jolvin on September 29, 1999.