An Existential Question
What if there really was another way?
What if there was a reason why
You lose every game you play?
It’s not tattoos and bandanas
and its not organic bananas.
It’s not what your friends have been telling you
Not what the TV is selling you
It older than old and newer than new
Not hard to carry, and beautiful, too
You’ve known since you were seven that it might be true.
What would you do then, what would you do?