Poems of a broken artist

Game of life.

Are we losing this biased, trader-es game?

Are we too weak, too useless to win for once?

How do you play a game you are rigged to lose either way?

Which road do you take when you know it will end the same either way?

Which story do you want with the same ending?

What kind of story is this?

born-"live"-die. 

So all we have that we can play with is living. 

But knowing it will end the same do we give up or try to do something with our lives?

Isn't that the meaning in life?

To do something with it?

What use are we, What is our place in this existence if we have no reason to be living?

If we are completely and utterly useless?

That is the games way of rigging it. 

You don't know, You don't get to know. 

Some people spend their whole lives trying to figure it out, only to find that they used their time up. 

Some people spend it gathering people around them, to have at their funeral. 

Some people spend it learning. 

Some people..

But someOne is reading this right now. 

And someone has the same choice to make. 

So what is your choice?

or more simply, the time old question we've all heard,

the annoying question with no true answer.

What do you want to be?