The Game Master

There's a sound but I fear to answer.

I know I should but I don't want to some reason.

It's scary to open the door.

There's this question swimming in my heart.

The fear I have is: will things be fine?

I know life plays unfair, it's always a gamble.

Some are lucky some are not.

Just my luck that I got the death card..

No one's fault.

No one to blame.

Just how life plays.

I fake a smile so no one knows.

I fake I'm okay but I not.

I wish I was well but it only goes so far.

In life no one knows there's life cards.

No one can see their cards .

It's like playing chance.

We never know, we say we know but we don't, that just life.

It plays it's game.

It's the game master.

We are the pawns it decides not us

We only can will our self to win .

So do you dare to fight and show how far you go?

Are you the one who gives up and say hell let everything work out?

Can we cry or can we scream?

There's this Question I dare to ask .

I know my fears are sound and I know I should listen,

but I fear if I do I lose the game.

So here's the answer:

Listening to death's call is not something

I would do.

I play the life game.

As far as I can go.

What do you say?

Dare to fight life's game as well?