Life is a game
and on gods we put the blame
but willingly we play from beginning to the end
Is it so intend
Is it reason
why some season
Creatore sent us here
and our boat reached pier
But now so thight are knots
they keep the boats in certain spots
from reaching sea
where would be free
the spirit of these beings
Or is it just false dreamings
when ready isn`t sailor
until he`s learned to taylor
his own suite
suitable and cute
for celeprations
in all lifes occasions
in painfull birth
in life that joys and hurt
in story never ending
which suppose to be us sending
many times again
into this rain
Or under shining sun
having even something fun
and without rain
would existence be in vaine
Secretly hides our feeling
and it is so appealing
that we come from same sours
and return there some day ofcourse
with inside us bright flame
and allways ready for new game
which actually is real and true
and every time surprises you
But there you learn
what do you earn
when on the seas you sail
and for rudder fits not tail...
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