Play the Game

The good ol' days have come and gone,
As all good things must do.
It's time for me to travel on,
In search of finding something new.

Find a future with bright horizons,
Or maybe just a different feel.
I finally got 'round to realizin',
Our time is now. This game is real.

As I sit behind my gaming table,
Deciding which move would be the best,
I will jump you, if I am able,
But then I see, I'm playing chess.

They switched the rules on me, midgame,
And expected me to stay in line,
Pretend that nothing at all had changed,
And that it only happened in my mind.

I could stand up and walk away,
Quit the game, and lose the pot.
Perhaps, I'll play another day.
But, as I recall, this game is all I got.

So, here am I to forever remain,
Calm outside, but struggling within,
As I continue to search, frantically, in vain,
For any possible way to win.

Random Travels of the Suburban Pioneers

To whither next, shall we two roam?
Hither?  Or thither?  Anywhere, but home!
We pioneers shall wander, to fronts all well explored,
But viewed as only our eyes can, as never seen before.
For everywhere I've ever seen, I see it all anew,
When viewed, not by myself, alone, but viewed by me and you.

Soliloquy of a Killer

If I had a girl, my how I would thrill her,
And she would never see down to my heart of a killer.
For death confounds the mortal mind,
its pains will come and pass with time.
Soon as one's born, another will die,
when one starts to laugh, another will cry.
It's the state of the world, its ups and its downs,
and the state of us all with our smiles and frowns.
In cities and towns, nothing changes at all,
A man's on the ground with his friend standing tall,
and through it all,
Emotionless, I,
Will smile, and lie,
As a new life is born,
and by my hand, an old one will die.

Reflections, On a Year Gone By

 I can scarce believe my eyes, as I look upon the tree,
all decked out in christmas gear, how can this be?
For one was there, not long ago, inside my living room.
Has a year gone by so fast?  Is christmas here so soon?

I reflect upon this year, silently, and alone,
as I, steeped in comfort, sit, inside my childhood home.
I think of where I wished to be, by this time, just last year.
I think of where I am, right now, and if I mind being here.

Oh, the highs, how high they were, and the lows so very low.
Three hundred sixty-five days have passed, how can this be so?
I ponder everything I've lost, and all that I have earned,
I concern myself with valuing everything I've learned.

Perhaps, it seems, I'm no better off, than I was last year.
I've still got my insecurities, and all my fears.
I've sunk to deeper depths, than ever I've explored,
and stayed down there, much longer than before.

Although, in these past 12 months, I've scaled much higher peaks,
and sometimes I stayed up there, for days or even weeks.
So, therefore, I must conclude, that I'm no worse for the wear.
I only hope I can say the same next year, when I get there.