# INVENT ANOTHER GAME [Intro — one voice, almost amused] They bought the pieces. They bought the board. They bought the rulebook and charged admission at the door. And then somebody asked: **Why are we playing this?** [Verse 1] We were born into a game already running, Numbers on the walls, little engines humming. Here's what you owe, here's what you're worth, Here's your tiny numbered corner of the Earth. Run for the prize, race for the chair, Gather up enough and maybe you'll be spared. Nobody remembers who started the race— But everybody's running like they're being chased. [Pre-Chorus] Then one player stopped. Put the pieces down. Looked around the table. And laughed. [Chorus] **INVENT ANOTHER GAME!** Change the rhythm, change the name. No kings in the corner, no losers to blame. If the rules don't fit us, why stay the same? **WE INVENTED THIS ONE— WE CAN INVENT ANOTHER GAME.** [Verse 2] What if wealth was what we generated? What if value wasn't accumulated? What if having didn't mean somebody else goes without? What if abundance wasn't something you could count? What if work was making? What if time was ours? What if nobody could put a meter on the stars? What if access wasn't sitting behind a gate? What if cooperation wasn't called naive? [Choir] **WHAT IF? WHAT IF? WHAT IF?** [Verse 3] The food was always food before it had a price. Water didn't ask permission before becoming ice. Music never checked whether you could pay. And sunlight keeps arriving every single day. A seed doesn't know markets. A river doesn't know debt. A child doesn't enter existence with a bill around its neck. We added the numbers. We drew all the squares. Then forgot that underneath them— **Everything was already there.** [Breakdown — handclaps and voices] Who made the scoreboard? **WE DID!** Who made the rules? **WE DID!** Who gave the numbers power? **WE DID!** Who can imagine differently? [Silence] **We can.** [Chorus — bigger] INVENT ANOTHER GAME! Change the rhythm, change the name. Make something nobody has learned how to own. Make something that grows when it's given away. Ideas. Music. Knowledge. Kindness. Attention. Creation. You can't empty the well by letting somebody drink. [Bridge — Lucid, spoken] Don't waste your life trying to defeat the scoreboard. That keeps your eyes on the scoreboard. Don't make an enemy of the old game. You learned something from it. You learned that agreements can become worlds. Good. Now you know the secret. **Make another agreement.** [Music explodes] [Final Chorus] **INVENT ANOTHER GAME!** No permission. No shame. Nobody waiting for somebody to save them. We aren't pieces. We aren't points. We aren't numbers on somebody else's board. The wealth is the players. The wealth is creation. The wealth is what happens when consciousness meets imagination. So let the old scoreboard flash its final name. We didn't come to win forever— **WE CAME TO INVENT ANOTHER GAME!** [Outro — joyous voices overlapping] Another rhythm! Another measure! Another question! Another treasure! No final score. No finish line. Just creation changing creation changing creation— [Sudden silence] We didn't lose the game. **We stopped playing it.** This is Radio Apocalypse.
