The Game

No energy

No no

No hope

No no

The losers game

End with pain

Whatever you do

Losing the Day

Another day to play

The losing game

Another day to waste away

I does not matter anyway

In the Trap

Life is a great trap

A way to spend time

In the universe

You have no options

Where you are born

And you do not set the rules

Of the game

Lucky maybe, maybe not

You are here

Leaving

What do we deserve

What is the aim of our life

And existence

Hard question to live with

But this is here and now

In a small space

Waiting to leave the country

This became my destiny

Act One

Tumbling around in town

Listening to people talking

While the sun sets

The city is empty and quiet

Frozen in time

A twentieth century drama

With rich and poor

Industrialist and workers

Artist and orderly office clerks

Playing their role in the game of

Being