• The rain, the pain, the fear, the sorrow. Everything thing seems the same to me. I try to find a reason why I should keep this going on and on. I try to play this sick game, unable to be the winner. For in the end we have all gotten our place set out for us in this game whether the game ends sooner rather then later or if it ends later rather then sooner. This game is a tricky one because you think you can find the way to win, but in the end you just lose. You lose everything. You lose the love, the joy, the happiness, simply to have it replaced with the cold embrace of the earth. People who fight to make the world better, think for a moment. When this game is over, look who wins. The earth of course because once our piece is knocked off the bored it can’t stand back up on it’s own. So this game of life is not an easy one to win, for if you win you have already lost, just in a different manner. For if you win that just means you have to start all over again and that would be a shame for this never ending game is not one to be enjoyed.