The Game

I was once invited to play the game of life
Without being given an option to say no
The game is quite simple, said the game master
The game of Event and choice, he continued with a twinkling eye. 


Event is a baby of myriad origins.
exciting or boring on the eyes of the beholder
Short or tedious too
Each one though, has a choice


Here is where the game gets tricky, the choice is not always evident
but the Wise folk of the game always say that it is verily there
Also there is an open secret
opting for the unfamiliar choice, always leads to victory


This said, I started playing happily.
Surely this is a clinch, the fool of a game master gave away the solution beforehand
The game master continued smiling almost patronizingly
and this smile stirred up doubts in my hearts


I will help you when I can, he said
For the elements that made the choices made me so
I wish to guide you to victory
But alas, the win percentage of the game has been quite low


I have been playing since
Unknown to me, the vile sense of security took over
the secret long forgotten in its deadly embrace
Waiting to be rescued. Knowing too well that the rescuer can only be me


For I am the Elements and I am the events
I am the choice and the chosen
I am the victor and the Loser
the player and the game master