The Traveler’s Right of Heritage….
I am a native of ….America….
I am a veteran of life
I played the game
I won – I lost
I know the secrets
And the secret is:
The game is not what we think it is at all.
The game is not about winning
It’s about knowing that it’s a game.
Once you know it’s just a game,
You don’t want to play anymore
But everyone else just assumes you’re still playing
Cuz it’s never even dawned on them to look
Out just beyond the horizon
To flip the board over see if it actually says “Parker Bros” on the back…
You don’t know that it’s all the same
That you’re trying so hard to obtain
A big blue house in a giant monopoly game
& shooting down the other players in the process
They all just keep rushing along
Running past go
Hoping to buy ….Park Place….
& park their little horse or hat there..
Living in it &
Not seeing the outsides of it &
Still fascinated by the differences in it’s people &
Thinking there’s a whole big country out there
Doing things you’ve never imagined
And they are…
I know most all the types by now.
Sometimes I just watch
Sometimes I still play for fun
But it’s hard to want to stay in when
All the other players take it so seriously.
I suppose that’s why I play at night a lot
It’s the only time I can get anything done w/out having to spend half my time
Watching out for the other players knocking me off the board to better their own odds…
I know these players
Know them as they’re crossing the room before they even
Lay their money down on the table
And place their bets
On a high salary and a Hummer to drive
Over the board with
Ripping the green felt to shreads
So that not only will no one want to play with you but
NO One will be able to play Ever again.
Much of the time I’m aware that somehow
Somewhere along the way
I got nominated to be the protector
Of those who don’t know the game as well
I don’t even really want the job but someone’s gotta do it.
They cut you off at the counter
On the freeway
But I suppose we are ALL these people some days.
The thought that scares the dickens out of me…
I know you.
I know them.
& they all think they’re different
And all around are vultures just waiting for the good players to
Turn their backs so they can steal the pot
w/out putting in the effort.
I know them all and
I don’t care for most.
All I really want is to be surrounded by those
Who also know
That it’s just a game
And now they play for fun more than just riches.
The type who try not to f*#k up the board for everyone else.
The type who understand that if you kill the other players’ desire to play,
Their sense of adventure,
They’ll just give up
Stop taking risks
Buy a mini-van
And secretly wish they could run everyone over with it
On the way back from the kid’s soccer game
They’ll start policing each other
Force everyone to stop taking risks
To fall in line
And give up
To let the rules dictate where they can and cannot go…
Each living in their own Truman Show…
There will be no one fun left to play with.
And that’s no fun.
I’m annie-ing up again
Gonna try another hand
I’m playing just for fun again but this time with
Eyes in the back of my head.
I don’t want what they want for the same reasons
I’m not intimidated by the “power” they think
Those things give them.
I’ve lived in this world for so long,
Walked amongst them
In every nook and cranny of this country
In every dusty cow town
And scraping city scape imaginable
And when people ask me, “Where are you from?”
I say, “….America…..”
“I’m a native.”
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