Endless Game

Love is an endless game,
Which I am a playing in for a long time,
Most of the time I lose,
You ask why do I continue,
I am addicted to the thought of finding someone,
Finding the right one,
When my turn ends,
I feel the same remorse I have felt before,
I feel cheated,
Again I get over it and I am back in the game,
Using the same moves as I enter the realm of love,
When it seems like I have reached the end,
Only to find myself on the wrong side,
I win for a short time,
But I eventually have to face reality,
Now I have refined my moves,
Thus getting better results,
But I am so use to losing that now I lose on purpose,
This game that I always wanted to win,
Now I do not even care whether I win or lose,
All I want to do is play it over and over again
Many have conquered and many have lost in this love game,
But they never have made it a part of oneself,
I play not for keeps, nor for proof of my self worth,
I play for the hell of it,
It gives me something to do,
Something to look forward to in my free time,
It gives me purpose to continue writing,
I cannot quit playing, not now
I am involved in it too deep,
I have made it a one-way street,
Now I look ahead for the next time I get to play this game.

(11200026)   Copyright © 08/01/2005 Ronil Tataria