Life feels an awfulot like a game of Monopoly
And I am often waiting for someone to tell me it is my turn
And I will roll snake eyes and creepy-crawl
Towards Go
Hoping to pass it this time
Collect two hundred
But roll it three times consecutively
And I will go directly TO JAIL
Will not pass go
Will not make bankroll
Life feels an awfulot like a game of Sorry
Turning cards
Trying to get a start
Arm wrestling with what my life is supposed to look like
Counting squares around the board
And at eighteen years old, how do I even begin to know what I think I might want
Perhaps I can slide into something that will point me in my next direction
Life feels an awfulot like the game of Life
My car careens, my career craters, kids cry and wail,
I cast about for confidence and all I find
Are threadbare ends
Where I am coming apart at the seams
And I Pay out the insurance premiums
Pray to eke along to the next green square
Life feels an awfulot like the Farming Game
Diversify they say But the hail hits the wheat crop
And the cattle aren’t gaining
And the options to buy remain limited
And the operating loan hovers
At the credit limit
And to inherit even twenty acres Would be amazing
Life feels an awfulot like a game of Twister
Stretching
Stretching
Stretching
Falling
Without the laughter of the game
My insides wrapped in knots
Breathing shallow
Panic piercing pain I stretch to reach the yellow circle on my left
If I can only manage to hold it all together
Until the next flick of the spinner
Life feels an awfulot like the game of Payday
It would be nice to hold on to the hard earned cash
But the purchased bargain didn’t make a profit after all
And the long awaited opportunity turned out a loss
Unexpected twists and turns
Turned me inside out
Waiting, waiting, waiting
Wondering why I never get it right
Life feels an awfulot like a game
Some days wouldn’t it be nice to fold the gameboard firmly
Fit the dice tight in plastic
Stack the cards
Toss the spinner
Put the paper money neatly in each slot
Place my game piece at the bottom of the box
Wave away the worries
Quell the questions
Am I winning or am I losing?
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