Game of Chance
"God doesn't play dice with the universe" - Albert Einestein
Has someone stacked the deck?
Our cards aren't coming up!
War here - tensions everywhere
The seeds of destruction
are being sown
Is there a pattern to this madness?
Or is it just a game of chance?
Where the cards show us
nothing but "boredom and despair"
the small castles we build by the sea
are soon washed away
by the oncoming tide
Nature seems to be a gambler
Later - at night
We look up at the Big Dipper
feel a sense of wonder about exsistence
A warm breeze blowing
from the west
Life is beautiful - at times
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