Life Player

From beginning, I've walked the path of suffering.

What I chose, was the start of this ending.

It was a gamble, and the chips were life.

I took my call, raise, and fold to become a puppet without a soul,

Tighten by strings, and still dancing in a show called "Life."

The dealer was puppeteer, and the player was my own shadow.

I saw the cards spread, and my fate was set.

I saw the shadow smiled, followed an inaudible laughter.

The clock ticked on, and the hands ran: tick tock, tick tock...

Had to run, run after the clock's ticking.

Did not look, did not turn back.

The past was set, and everything was done.

Must head on for the curtain of reminiscence has closed,

What is left-the present of pain and future of uncertainty.