This Game Called Life

It's all a game,
this life we live.
we play it 'til the end.

Ever reaching
for the trophy,
not knowing this is it.

A game of hide-n-seek,
and vanishing desires,
tucked in our hip pocket.

'Round the next corner
it will appear,
or so we tell ourselves.

Chasing aspirations
in a never ending circle,
that stretches wider as we age.

And the prize was
always right there,
if we only allowed it in.