Players In A Game

What kind of game?

Most do not know,

The kind that,

None can outgrow.

Who’s to say,

We’re not a part

Of someone’s

Rich, cryptic art.

In any case,

Onward we play,

Mastering,

But everyday.

Playing on,

In full control,

’Til the day,

The eye is stole;

Nothing is,

Ever the same,

When you meet,

A player in the game.