The Game by Rich Herrick

The Game

We're all involved in a very strange game.
But the object is all too plain:
Just Win.
But that's easier said than done.
And the losers will never see the sun
Again.

The rules have yet to be defined.
And from ageless riddles and rhymes
Come Answers.
But the supply of questions is great.
And their number grow with each passing day,
Like Cancer.

Players often hide their emotions
In a confusing and deceptive commotion
Of Lies.
They take advantage of their opponent's pain.
Then leave the enemy unsheltered from the rain
To Die.

When the end of the game has come,
No one will have really won
At All.
There will be nothing to be found.
And the world will cease its spinning round
And Fall.