The Game

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Take me from this game,
The game of vague questions & their hidden meanings,
strategic confessions & their empty promises,
Where you can take very little and give even less,

So come aboard with me,
and let’s exit this game,
Fly to someplace new,

To a place filled with needs and an impulse,
where we don’t have to ask….we just know,
Somewhere we can pass on the searching,
and start observing the outcome,

So come aboard with me,
and let’s progress beyond this game,
Invent our own pastime.

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| Author: Cory Jones | This poem was posted on 2004/02/24 at 17:23 and is filed under Poems.

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