The Game of Life...

An enigma, you sure are,
With your lil, wily ways,
Ensnaring all in your folds,
As you wind through the days.
Sometimes, I know not,
To flow along will be wise,
Or to take control of you,
As dreariness does often rise.
Why are you of such import?
Such a mystery are you,
None leaves you defeated ever,
Why then, do find joy, few?
Melancholy, do you serve,
With equal fervour as laughter,
Tide over you, we must,
Life, at this game, you're a master!