Is it more than a game?

How'd it get all this fame?

Is it really right

To make Link fight?

What about seeing the light,

Seeing the truth,

There's nothing to lose,

Is there?

Not like we care,

Us fans,

We don't care

About what other people think

Of our obsessions,

Our collections

Of faux-ocarinas and swords,

Just so we're not bored,

We press start one more time,

As our thumbs collect grime

And dust

But it must

Be unhealthy, mustn't it?

Doesn't it

Seem so strange

And almost deranged

To be glued to the screen?

Do you know what I mean?

Is it really more than a game?

Of course,

Of course,

The fans say yes,

But Link's life is a mess,

And he's not real,

So why do we feel

Artificial love

For this game sent from above?

Is it the graphics?

The story-line so tragic?

Perhaps the magic

Of the seventh sage

Will even amaze

The most skeptical players,

The most talented slayers,

And every time we play,

Day after day,

We don't get tired.

Are we wired?

Hooked on?

What is the difference?

On the brink of addiction

And fanfiction,

Who knows the fine line?

But this game's so divine,

Captivating, amusing,

It's even fun while losing,

Is it not?

Just a thought...

Are we like the hero?

Treated as a zero?

Can we relate

To Saria's fate

Of broken friends

And mangled ends?

What about Malon,

The no-mother-disease,

Is it something we know?

Does it put us at ease?

Or what about the princess?

Does she help us confess

Our troubles, our dreams?

Our plots and our schemes?

Perhaps it's Ganon we relate to best,

Putting evil to the test,

But maybe Rauru, his familiar feel,

Does it appeal?

Is it about relating to

The characters?

Is it even more than a game?

But...

It must be,

Trust me,

It must be,

Right?

See the light,

The game almost Holy,

The hero so lowly,

And the artists keep on going,

The writers write, they sure aren't slowing,

And what will bring the end

Of this raging masquerade?

We are...

We are fans...

We have demands

For the newest console,

We feel it in our soul

That Zelda will always be there,

And when things just aren't fair

We can turn the game on,

Play Link like a pawn,

For get our troubles

On the double,

Escape from life,

From strife,

And just relax,

Learn new attacks.

How can it be so?

How can it be

More than a game?

Do we wish for it be

That way?

Do we wish for another

Day

Of gaming to the extreme?

By all means,

We want it to last,

But alas,

It'll end...

Will we mend?

The lasting legacy

Will never be free,

Torn apart by greedy hands;

They're our demands

To get it first,

Unscramble the verse

And save the girl,

Dance and twirl,

Sit back and enjoy,

It's really no ploy,

Just entertainment,

So we shouldn't lament

On memories of this creation?

Should we?

Or is it not real,

Or is it more?

More than a game?

A debate

Between fate,

Real world,

Dream world,

Where's the dividing line?

Is it behind

Hyrule Town?

Where the Triforce is found?

Is that what makes us believe

That it's more than a game?

We're confused,

It's misused,

At the end of the fuse,

Struggling to truly see

If they ever will be free,

If Ganon will come back,

If it's wisdom Zelda lacks,

We try so hard,

Us fans,

It seems we never learn.

Is it, though?

Is it more than a game?

It must be,

Agree with me,

It's more than a game,

It's more than that,

But at any cost,

We'll find out

When the screen flashes,

"You've Lost."