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