When the Mind Is In Sufficient Chaos

I think I've figured out, what life is.
A journey, a test of mettle
Where everything pivots
Around Winning and Losing
Essentially Trying.
We win some and lose some
and the rest of the time
We seek something,
which will make us feel
the same rush of adrenaline,
That we feel when we are winning.

The wise men said we are actors
who play ourselves and someone else
real and illusionary
fair and contradictory
So we play the game
Roll the dice
and feel we are in charge.

I think we are in a giant ocean
Trying to stay afloat
While we take plunges in deep sea oft
Gulp saline, and recover
Only to find that shores are tough to find
But we like the search
We like the ride on the waves
We like the unbridled freedom
and we like it when
We have someone to hold us out in the midst of a storm.
In the end, we are all
               Floating weeds
                         Aimless algae
                                    Weak Anemones.

(Deadfish Photo by gogo, Baga beach)