A Game – Written Thursday 2nd November 1995 (Aged 20)

A Game

when you are perceptive
it is a predictable way to live
it becomes a game
you know how things will turn out
it becomes a game
that you know all about
it is just tiring,
you start to realise
just what is going to happen
you get into a rut
people are not often misshapen

More poems and stuff at

James Garratt – Thursday 2nd November 1995

I am a 40 something sometime writer. I live in the South West of the UK but originally I am from Essex.

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