Game played within yourself
All these people play the game
The game to retain all the fame.
Fame, not all played fairly
Clearly.
All these people struggle in oneself
Only given the cards your dealt.
Trying to keep life up to date
So distracted you see them separate.
Gone, no more, not at all sure
Of another card trying to lure.
Another figure needed to help
All the problems left on the shelf.
But all that's there on the dusty old shelf
Is the game cheated on within yourself.
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