The Big Game

Written only with words found on a piece of newspaper.

Reckless, misguided souls,

blissfully unaware,

line up for electric hearts.

Learning survival rates,

crushingly high risks,

their perceptions change.

The lovely fantasy of life shattered,

but their commitment requires

they stay on the road.

And they’re dragged forward,

often kicking and screaming

with free-form anxiety.

Some still jump.

Most are reluctant and are pushed

into the galaxy of life.

They’re free,

untethered from the middle ground,

to experiment beyond the boarders.

Six months pass, ten years,

our golden batteries begin to rust.

The simple truth fades with time.

Taught opposition and animosity,

witnessing chaos in the streets,

being caught in the crossfire.

We scale the same wall

to eliminate the bad ways,

the efforts were the same.

The biggest challenge,

the most meaningful,

is only an act of nature.

Death disguises itself as war,

a looming obstacle.

But despite criticisms, it’s inevitable.

Lifetimes are monitered and reviewed

as we reflect on this motion.

But ashes await us all.