The Big Playground

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Life is a bunch of games, with a beginning and a sure end. Some of us have longer playtimes, some have less. Some started with handicaps, some earn it throughout the game. But what we all have are the chances, one after another.

And world is our playground. The whole wide world. With each part promising different games, at different times. Anytime, anywhere, we can all play.

So when a major setback makes me upset, I just move on. To another place, creating another era, playing another game. Why bother trying to keep winning when there are a whole lots of new exciting challenges waiting for me outside?

No, I never expect life to hand me a plate of happiness. Instead, I will earn it. If not here, I'll look at some other place. If not now, I'll work for tomorrow.

Because the world is a big playground, and I'm playing the game of life





I haven't play them all
To satisfy the hunger
Though fall after fall
I'm still looking for more
And more...
At the end of the day
It's a big playground after all

He said I will lose this game
He said I will become tame
He said I will turn lame
And cower in shame
That's what he said
But I ain't...
He's just a voice inside me
A voice between glum and ecstasy
But me and him, we are not the same
In this big playground
I will remain...

Who's to say when my time is up?
Who's to say this is where I stop?
Until the end is finally here
I will keep my roll...
And I will keep my rock
The big playground
I want to be at the top



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