A Simple Game ©

And is this all we are?
A recipe in the making
Tested in the battlefield
Of Nature’s simple game
Extinction versus survival
A work in progress

Millions of years and
Endless chains of choices
Brought us here for this?
Trammelled us here
Wove impossible temptations
To defeat us pointlessly
On the sweetest tool
The anvil of joy

Vain children
Who believed everything
And narrowed it to nothing
Stand confused now
Letters crossed in love
- Tracer bullets in the moonlight -
Absence and naivety
Made the heart too fond,
Too full, and folly followed
Parachutes failed, and scars,
Uncertainty and deepening lines
Tell all now, as walls close in
The recipe like a broken spell
Irrelevant to age
To unwinding

Yet still we dream,
We wait, for miracles,
Carried by momentum
Into darkening danger
Where more is revealed
As less appeals
And still we wait
Still we hope
As joy persists
To become something
To become ourselves
Gently unleashed
Before the brink