Let me ask you a question,
How is it you intend,
On beating me,
If you haven’t any idea,
Which game I am playing?
Competition,
Comparison,
Such notions,
Are of no interest to me.
They are disgusting,
Comparison is an individual’s,
Death wish.
The creative life,
Has been and will be,
The only life,
Ever worth living.
The birds sing for no one.
I repeat,
No one.
There is only one,
Game worth playing,
One race,
Worth racing,
Finishing somewhere in the middle,
Of a long and lonely road,
With no winners,
Accolades or awards.
- The Infinite Game