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