This is my life. Although I think it is infinitely far complex.
I am a little man standing in the middle, and I must get out.
There are monsters running at me, and I must escape them. I must be able to view where they are, before running into them.
People say life is a book. You know what happens at the end, but the point is to live each chapter. You may be able to skip ahead, and scan the future, a sentence, but the point is not to acclimate to the goal.
The grand problem is, I have already won the game. But I still must play it, level by level.
THE GAME
When you believe it is a game,
You are at the center of a maze.
It is a yellow sand labyrinth, with rock walls,
You are the player.
