The Ultimate Game

Going through the alley of life, Not devoted to what we are seeking, The sun stamping us with a shade at every time, Trying to get to the finish line without a blade to spare, Victorious we want to stand at last, Browsing through the horizon light, At last I have my goal in sight, Standing with dark shades behind, That deem as time elapses, But never shall I forget that I am good, Failing to achieve what we most desire, The thunder Poows! the game no longer fun, Death breathing through our lungs, Now we triumph over our defeats, We now face our end.