Poems

Playing The Game

The mystery behind everything

A small game of cat and mouse

Was it as fun for you as it was for me?

Well you see

When I say you can ask me anything

I mean the words I say. I’m good that way.

Now, don’t let my apprehension full you

It’s only for those watchful eyes.

So you see, you weren’t the only one playing a game

Even though I dislike games

They all start out the same.

Always fun but get too boring throughout the time

When will I get tiresome of this particular game?

Who really knows. Hey, this might just be the end.

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