%% This is a poem: Death, the dark and silent thief Comes in the night, when all is still To take away life, with no relief Leaving behind a lonely chill The victim, unaware of his fate Is not prepared for death's embrace His life is gone, and only too late He realizes his own mistake Death, the great leveler of all Takes away the young and old No one can escape its call And no one can ever be told It's a cruel and ruthless game That no one can ever win Life is short, and death is its aim In the end, we all succumb to its whim Saadi Shirazi's very mysterious & abtract poem about The Game orchestrated by society. Most people are like passengers in society's car, a few are actually driving. Most people happen to be in an environment, a few are actually making the environment happen to them. Poem: %% #poetry #art #mask #society #game #masks #authenticity  We all have a role in society's game Though some may be pawns, others aren't the same We make our moves as if we hold the reins Yet society's influence lies within our gains  We wear masks, to conceal our true selves And dance to society's tunes, like obedient elves We crave acceptance, and fear rejection Society's approval, is our ultimate confection  But who are we really, behind the facade? Do we dare to break free, from society's hold? To find our own voice, and stand apart Or stay in the game, playing society's part  For those who break free, the rewards are great A life lived authentically, with no need to fake But for those who play safe, and stay in the game The price is conformity, and a life lived in shame  So choose your path, carefully and wise Will you play society's game, or carve your own prize? Will you follow the herd, or strike your own beat? The choice is yours, and the clock can't be beat.