Game of Chance
"God doesn't play dice with the universe" - Albert Einstein
Has someone stacked the deck?
Our cards aren't coming up!
War here, tension 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 can
show us
nothing but "boredom and despair"
the small castles
we built by the shore
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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