Masters of the game~

My face is the representation of youth,
Yet inside,
I am old,
My eyes through which I see,
Show me nothing but gray,
And Sadness,
OH! The Sadness!
It claws at me from within,
Making my heart ache,
And my eyes water,
I search and search the darkness,
For a spider's thread of hope,
Of light,
OH! The Light!
Where has it dissapeared to?
To know you are to die ,
The need to see the light becomes stronger,
Hope kindles in my feeble heart,
Everything happens for a reason,
My fate is in the hands ,
Of the masters of the game,
We are all just players,
In the larger scheme of things.