Game

by The Zoe

Preface

Just a little something, something.


Strategy that leads to power,

A thousand fights in a hour.

A determined look in the eyes,

A hunched control for days.

He becomes the game.

The game of another walk,

Something behind a light box.

It makes me wonder how,

How it is to walk another plain.

What is it like to die but it be fake?

To see someone master a game,

Is seeing someone rise to power,

Like in a physical way.

It makes him seem like a King.

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