The Game Remains The Same


The times
May be
Always changing

But my friend
It seems
The more they change
The more they stay
The same
Same old shit
Just another day
Life not
Being lived
But instead

Played like a game

No can ever
Truly win

So called living

In so much hate,
Greed, and anger
They don't

Even see
That because of
Those things
They aren't
Even at all
Really living
Hell they are

Barely even
And yet
Once again
Another day comes
Then it is gone
So full of
The same old song

And yet
Knowing that
This happens
Without fail

I still hold out hope

That with each
Rising sun

Real change
And a better day
Will finally come

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