This is what they call is Life.

Unknown to their bones they worship moon and light,
Unknown to their blood is the stream of plight,
Yet they laugh and live, call it a night,
Unknown to their sleep, the hidden sight.

They think they know the game, and they fight,
The rules they think are of might,
How foolish was I to play the game!
For something so hollow, such as for name!

Now I wander in wilderness, gone insane,
This is life- boon or bane?

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