There is a god, playing a game.
Win or lose, it is all the same.
The one playing is all of us.
Not just riders, we drive the bus.

The train of life goes around the bend;
To know what’s coming, the game would end.
We exist to play, and to entertain.
Not just riders, we drive the train.

Hide and go seek, peek a boo!
You can see me and I see you.
Talking to you is talking to me.
We are the same, in reality.

Separation is a grand illusion,
The concept of self, only delusion.
It all is part of this game we play.
Live to die, and play another day.

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