The Game

Sometimes I feel, It wasn’t enough for me to be just born I seem to be running for so long In search of fame, fortune, companions et al. I wonder whether I need them at all. The World is an Illusion, they said, I refused to believe it coz. I’d so much at stake Then one day it dawned to me I was wrong and had been caught in the Universal Melee. Fight, as much as I may, I couldn’t release The grip of half a century of ideas ingrained in me Running away, sometimes I think is the solution But how could a ‘brave’ man like me concede. So I guess I’ll walk the same over treaded path Till my death whether near or far On my way will I join the raceFor fame, fortune, companions, and game.