A Game

The game of chess, the game of life
Filled with joy, filled with strife
Some are better, some are worse
To understand this blessing, this curse

To know what is wrong, to know what is right
To know what is day, to know what is night
To experience the despair, to experience the joy
To understand this is just myth, a decoy

To believe you understand, to believe you know
To think what is important, and what to let go
But life comes back a full circle, an ellipse
When you realize the folly, a lifting eclipse

But there is no path, there is no road
It ends with a whimper, nothing to explode
It is all indistinguishable, all the same
In the end, it is just how you play the game

The Tree of Knowledge

Things were simpler,
Life was beautiful
When knowledge was limited
But happiness was not

When there was pride in learning
And curiosity was fun
When there was absolute certainty
That knowledge was power

As days grow, so does the baggage
A burden to carry, to filter and process
When knowing seems a handicap
In a world defined by a ‘normal’

The hopelessness of trying and failing
To go back, to return just once
When the biggest obstacle to joy
Is the utter inability to unlearn!

The tragic irony of life
The decision to make
Whether to eat, whether to resist
The fruit from the tree of knowledge