Days sweep by in a blur
As I frequently lose count of days and Time.
But still,
I'm ever aware
Of the second hand
Ticking through the foggy slur.
So many things have happened, and so many
Still are yet to come.
Dreams and nightmares
All merged into one.
Reality doesn't always agree,
But Reality doesn't hold with me.
After all,
What is Life but a game,
Genre: fantasy,
a playground for you and me?
Come now,
And do what you will,
Twist the game with
A tantalising swirl,
cheap thrills and crazy whirls.
In the end,
Who's to say you were wrong
When you're gone,
When you've had fun
All along?
^^