So when the blood pumps up and down
It’s like a see-saw deep within
and this I play on all alone
in the confines of my home.
It’s the yes or no, the go or stay,
the will or won’t, the do or don’t,
that keeps the mind in constant play
on the stage of mortal life.
And then there are the clouds of course
that drop their rain on my parade
and in this drip, drop, splatter, splash,
action sinks into the grave.
Like mourners all the me, you, them,
who play this game most every day!
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