CHARADES
CHARADES
In the game of charades,
I am a fool deceiving fools,
My smile is a facade,
And my tears are my testimony,
With every little smile,
I fade some more,
And with every tear I shed,
I live a little more,
I am a deceiver,
'A fool' lost in whispers of death,
Sitting in a boat,
In the middle of a ragging sea,
Searching for a shore,
Is me drowning in my own misery,
The tides of mistakes,
Seem higher than ever,
Their strikes seem tougher,
And my escape seems narrower,
The merry night's I dream about,
Appears farther than ever,
The stakes are high,
I fear to try,
But in the end,
I am a fool playing charades,
And I deny to loose,
Because this is my game,
And I am a deceiver.