Does fair love exist in a selfish world?
Or is it just an illusion of the brain flooded by chemicals,
Respect coming from self ongoing ’til the brakes are slammed;
Screeching halt to question the same self…
Is there such a thing as soul mate?
Is it just another game within a game?
Is life fair game?
Followed by the knowledge that the outer appearances do not define within,
Yet set to know that life is unfair.
With the choices being played just being a slice of the game,
the broken puzzle within;
Tossed within a mental loop.
Is it just an illusion of the brain flooded by chemicals?
Give me time to find myself,
but time will never stop.
Will you teach me how to play a different game?
One where the rules are known.
Not defined by fickle feelings.