in this game,
we play for keeps.
we make money from research
gain knowledge for free.
wisdom comes at a price
of youth and exuberance.
in this game,
we live to be ignorant.
we love and laugh,
we feel pain and cry
in this game,
life just keeps flowing by.
the years go on
the lines are etched deeper...
the eyes grow tired
and the legs get weaker.
but then again,
the heart grows young.
as the days go by
we are less stung.
the small joys outlast
ephemeral happiness and sorrow.
a smile is what counts
in the days that are and will follow.
and with a little rain and sunshine
innocence is regained,
and like the rainbows and birds
freedom is preordained.
the time to do things is now
the time is live is here
the game goes on...
living then, is without fear!
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And then it happens…
You rise above the Zenith
Nothing matters anymore
Neither fear, nor lack of it
:)
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