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The Game of Life

Where are the options we’re told about
The path has already been laid
with no turns, or divides
just one curvy road
They have fenced you in
Leaving you no option but forward
Run or walk, skip or wander
It doesn’t matter; you’ll never get there
Don’t you see, life is just a game
There is no happy ending
No tragic downfall
We just take our pre-laid path
To the ends of our lives




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