We play the game.
With our worry
that we aren’t enough.
With our concern
That we won’t make it.
With our fear
That when all is said and done,
No one will remember us.
I say, fuck that.
Play the game.
Play to win.
Poetry. Photography. Thoughts On The Way Of Things.
We play the game.
With our worry
that we aren’t enough.
With our concern
That we won’t make it.
With our fear
That when all is said and done,
No one will remember us.
I say, fuck that.
Play the game.
Play to win.