Winners and losers

The game of life

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There are no winners
Losers or sinners
Our deeds are openly seen
We can’t hide behind a screen

In the museum of the past
Our lives are rehashed
Those who care to look
It is like reading a book

Not just about ourselves
But of humanity itself
Everything is a projection
Within, is ripe for reflection

Fundamentally, we’re similar
Under skins of varying color
The mind has a dominant role
Operating a hidden console

Pushing many buttons
Thoughts, by the dozens
Swarm the only private space
So tempting, we chase

The mind, it sets up a game
Winners or losers, it will proclaim
Polarizing our interior
Erecting a formidable barrier

Insurmountable to some
To the mind, they succumb
To avoid feeling defeated
They may turn, conceited