Poem: Just Something Different

Why is this so different?

The tale is as old as time.

The work is never without critique.

The life is barely worth living.

Yet we keep going everyday to try and make everything okay.

The sand does not always make you sink.

The water does not always make a flower bloom.

It takes time and effort to make things last.

It happens in a flash, that hurts when we blink.

Move and you might get stuck.

If you stay still, then you will still be stuck.

That is a part of the journey that makes this game call life.