what are the rules of the game ?

what are the rules of the game ?

we play and flatter our way

into situations

relation-ships

friends ?

and then

the blood is splattered

upon the walls

like it never really did matter

when it is time

for that ship to leave

the port of call

people wanting

to sail to new lands

hoping for ways out

of what is all too common

those everyday doldrums

a life of ho hums . . .

here we go again

looking for a new friend

never really admitting to our selves

that true committing

is something we only dream about

and we tell ourselves

we deserve this

and we do !

it seems to me

and i may be wrong

that the song we hear

is but that

tear filled one

angst spilled one

a fearful one

that our Sun

will never rise

to kiss the eyes

of that longing

so we acquiesce

don’t we

but i have standards

let me see

what are they

today for me ?

what are the rules of the game ?

© 4 April 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.