It is just a game...

And so it is all a game,
I might win or I might loose
Who cares anyway, on what I choose.
And to me it is all the same,
even if it leads me down the lane of ambiguity.
In truth, I align myself to the necessity
of pampering to egos.

If only honeyed words would work,
I would only drown myself.
But who knows what lurks behind those,
all seeing eyes.
What those actions mean and behind the unseen,
what secret lies.

And so it is all a game
and I still try to find reasons lame
to play around with words.
Words that trip me up and slow me down
And wrangle me into knots unknown.

And if it is still a game,
how long should I play?
There seem to be only meaningless gestures
meandering through the day.
If only dear heart, if only we wouldn’t be torn apart
And if only I could make you stay.