Silly games we play

on the game board
of life…
under the pretense
of irritable hushes…
and the stubborn
   disingenuous excuses.   
The games we play
as if we were twelve
remain with us and
cost us precious time
that neither of us

the-games-we-play-

have to waste…
We move like pieces
and buy hotels or
rent rooms for the night
and play the games
only to hurt from
the loneliness,
self pity and confusion.
The games we play
are not as fun
as they used to be
when we were young,
because there’s so little time
left to enjoy them.
The games we play
are not games at all
but rather
the lives we
choose to live.