The human race, a funny name
For something so unlike a game.
Its twisting turning plot that thickens
And war and murder that sickens and sickens.
Much like a ride it rises and drops
Dips and dives provoking excitement in flocks,
Slows down and speeds UP! To alls delight
Then something shocking to everyone’s fright.
No one is right and no one is wrong,
People float by singing their song,
Meeting and parting in innumerable ways,
Destroying pathways in terrible displays.
All tragedies lost in the nature of life
Everyone’s problems and everyone’s strife
Pooled in mass means nothing true
With mistaken happiness drifting through.
At the end of it all no one wins this race,
It just matters how you set your pace.