My Game

Have you ever sat here and wondered why?

Why some people live and why other people die

Could our entire life just be a lie?

If we are the pieces than who made the pie?

Those are the thoughts that surge through my head

When i'm wide awake or I'm dreaming in my bed

In my room I ponder and untangle every thread

I question and I question till my hair begins to shed

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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