Pushing the pause button,
Looking around in awe.
Life is just passing us by,
And what do we have to show?
Mindless chatter, silly blabber,
Things that don't mean a thing.
Sometimes life is quite the opposite,
Of what your mind leads you to think.
Running around,
Earning your keeps,
Spending it away,
What's there to reap.
Making your moves,
calculating the gains.
Another chess piece,
On life's board game.
Is that all there is to see?
Is that all we have to do?
Maybe life’s just that,
a game of chance,
Toss the deice,
And hope it will go your way.
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© Sherine Meshad, 17 Jan 2002
