THE GAME

​What governs the world?
What governs men?
Chance is the easy answer.
This can't be all there is.


What governs suffering?
What governs death?
What if it is agreed upon
from before we are born?


Though unlike a prophecy,
life is full of potentials.
As we live and choose,
some of them become manifest.


So what govers choice?
What is the object of choice?
What does one stand to win or lose?
What principles may guide it, if any?


I'm not entirely sure whose dealing,
but I damn well know we are playing.
There is no alternative while under the sun,
it's just that some get better at it than others.


What governs the game?
What governs the players?
Who's really in charge?
What blindspots are we holding?


There's always a blindspot.
Our pride will resent admiting it.
But it's true, I know it.
The advantage comes by accepting it.


Why was this game arranged?
Why if to play means to pain?
Is there no more to life than it?
Or is there purpose beyond what we can tell?


What governs this game,
this game called life that we are playing?