Card Houses
you build high your dreams
with these card houses
as you stack them against walls
yet your eyes are closed
to life, so how can you see
what it is you hold?
you think you hold all the aces
in those battered fists of yours?
(be careful of the winds)
they may come tumbling down
care to gamble,
take a chance?
I can tell you
before you place your bet
the deck's not full
it never really is
it's just a game
nothing more
nothing less
and you can never win
go ahead ante up
the stakes are high
when the pots full of fire
just be careful of the winds
they may huff and puff
and blow your house down
it was never balanced anyhow
you just never saw
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