3 more lives

Come on a journey with me, old sport,
Into a mind consumed by love
You see i saw the vast simplicity of life
Only two moves to win the game
Find the one you love and
Hold onto them as if letting them go would be like stopping your heart from the very beat that gives you life
That these two things were very easy at heart,
but so very difficult to understand.

You see old sport, not everyone knows what this means
To fall in love, yes,
But to also let yourself care
No matter what is thrown your way
To love even when you've lost.

This is why i saw simplicity
But this is also where i was trampled by the very hope that i followed so dearly
They tell you how to win the game
But forget to tell you what is at the end of your journey
This is why, old sport, that i lost all that seemed so precious
You have to hold on to love like your heart longs to beat
But every breath you hold onto
You lose 3 more trying to remember why you're even trying
They forget to tell you that on your journey for love,
You forget what the word even means
This is why at the end of the game my heart is drained
And there is no more hope to play for.

So take my advice, old sport,
Don't Play.