Artforms on a screen,
Games that gave us what it means to live.
From 12 at night to noon,
From objective to objective,
They're only games.

Under fake names,
Filled with wit and insult.
Friends from another nation
or on the same asphalt.
They're only games.

Older and older we shall grow,
further apart we are driven.
On one day far from now,
we will find those we lost, and those we have given.
They're only games.

Now elder and weary,
watching this new generation play,
reminded of our past,
of the fun, good-old, days.
They're only games,
but they mean so much to me.