The Game Of Life

Millions of people around the world
but few know my name,
none know my story,
in this terrible game,
make the right move,
then you’ll succeed,
but if you risk it all,
you’ll finally concede
to the purpose of the damn game.
throw away the instructions
because the end goal isn’t fame,
or money,
nor is the path paved,
for a dice to determine fate.
it’s about taking your name
burying in the dirt,
so one day,
the future will look at all the beautiful
flowers you’ve made.

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