My friend
Showed me a fun game
Of toppling and balancing fruits
Called Suika
In this game
Fruits combine
Into bigger ones
Until you get a watermelon
It’s all fun, fun, fun
Until the urge
To get that watermelon
Takes over
Consumes your mind,
Gluing your hands to the keys
Takes away
And doesn’t give back
Life is a game of Suika
We are constantly juggling fruits
Like monkeys, we dance and combine
Hoping to get the cherished watermelon
We laugh when we get larger fruits
We curse when we lose the game
We get frustrated if we see opportunities
Just out of reach
Even if we get a watermelon
We don't stop there
We keep going
For two, three, four
Our eyes,
Made eagle-sharp,
Constantly glare
At those with higher scores
We want more
More, more, more
And we’ll abandon
Everything to reach it
We make decisions
Where to place that strawberry?
Where to place that orange?
Hoping that it will help us in the future
Our very move
Determines
Whether we will win or lose
Whether it will help or hinder
And when we win, what do we get?
The jealousy of others?
The satisfaction?
The non-existent trophy?
And when we play this game,
We push away
Those that actually exist
For a game of stacking fruits
Suika is a game of life
We stack and combine
Fill the container with fruits
Only for us to end up
Emptier than ever