The controllers some prehistoric mess someone thought would be “innovative” and “cool.
I put it down years ago; and It hasn’t moved since.
Nothing’s changed, it’s still the same nostalgic beauty it’s always been,
It still handles like your dream ride,
It still sounds like the art you wish you could understand,
And the few that played it have given it stellar reviews.
But I still can’t complete it.
Sometimes I let myself believe I can,
The hype is there and my timing seems perfect.
In the end it seems futile, But I never give up,
Restart, repeat, continue… Game over.
Again and again.
I bet it all on the game I think I’m good at,
But lose when its rules restrict me.
I could cheat to win but would i win?
And all of a sudden it’s not a game anymore.
(The first thing my Alice asked me to write was about how i was feeling, i wrote my life in comparison to a game of chess. It was my first piece of poetry, first vent and it felt amazing.. i find coming back to childhood love gives me a great sense of security and using it to relate to how i’m feeling now makes everything a little better)
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