Is This All in Vain?

Years gone,
yet frozen in time
Seeking for things done
That which is mine
Trying to forget the root
Which is my present crime
holding my glassy flute
I enter the shrine

I am a player who has paid the price
I have seen the danger and wanted out
But the game is not over, I must roll the dice
So surrounded by strangers I go all-out

I am unable to speak,
I am losing my gait
Though I just woke up,
it feels so late
I don’t know where I am
Nor do I know the date
I am choking
And cannot stay awake

I am a player who has paid the price
I know my cards; I know my hand; I want out
But the game is not over, I must roll the dice
So surrounded by strangers I go all-out

The game is over, the house always wins

I feel the cold morning breeze
And I hear the city
I see people on their knees
Looking with pity

They want to know if I am still in pain
But I am a player who is paying the price
They have brought me back to life again
Knowing that I will keep rolling the dice

…So, is this all in vain?