Bus Blues, Purples, and Greens

I played a game with death
She lost
But I didn't win

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Except I wasn’t playing, not really
I was forfeiting
Death knew and loved the advantage
Besides, I thought the game was rigged
To live was to lose

Now, I understand the rules better
There was never winning (Is)
There was never losing (Is)

Better yet
Death is not my competition
Death is not even a player
Neither am I
Together, we are the game