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