Life's a game of chance,
It's a crap shoot from the start.
Snake eyes you win love,
Otherwise a string of broken hearts.
Who knows the games God plays,
Einstein said he didn't play dice.
But he didn't know true reality,
God's a card player who can fuck your life.
Lucky you if he picked an Ace,
But always beware of the joker.
It's a double stitched, stacked deck,
You'll never win a hand of poker.
They say don't stare too long at the sun,
Because you might become blind.
Or chance may make it spin around,
And make you eternally wise n kind.
Drugs n booze can blur out life,
Its chances unlucky card flop.
But forever seeking the next high,
Will leave you begging non stop.
Sipping from the Devils cup,
He whispers promises in the dark of night.
A quick escape from chances reality,
A high that steals your soul's light.
Coz chance is a wicked plan,
It determines your life and means.
Nature and nurture ignore chances role,
And could fill your life with empty dreams.
© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved
This won the Nov 2025 Writing Competition.
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