Game of Chance
Life has many aspects,
In common with
the games of chance
And who gets to pull
the strings
that make you dance
You find yourself in
situations beyond
your own control,
The stress and strains,
they take their toll.
You shake your head,
and wonder why...
Things wind up as
they do...
As time goes by...
Not that you seem to
have any choice..
'Cause nobody seems
to listen to your voice.
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