Why play so hard.

To be liked. 

To be loved.  

The world is not that more and enough.  

We are souls, flying through time.  

Why make so much of so little.    

When the integrity of your actions should carry you through. 

But alas humans will be what they are. 

To me the insecurity can feel insane,

alone for a time in my home and alone outside everything is fine. 

My spirit is free. 

My mind can fly.

Winning is not just

A game.

Dice are involved.

Or its all insane,

Like it kinda of already

Is.