A Game

I give up...I am through,

I cannot play anymore

This game with you.

The rules change every day

Somehow always rearranged.

To keep it never ending;

The verdict is always pending.

The instant it seems the

The end is in sight,

The rules change and

The day becomes night.

My heart tires of being

A chess piece.

Constantly moving and never to cease.

For all I want is a chance

At the prize.

Just to see that look

In your eyes.

When the time comes to pay...

And we cease to play.