I See Beyond On the Road To Ruin

You make your own life difficult and hard when it all depends on the turn of a card. A point and immediate seven is not nice. Money is squandered with a pair of dice. Shame and regret you do not feel. You continue to bet at the roulette wheel. Become a partner in the loser’s dance each time you take a frivolous chance. Uncertainty and ambivalence is what one finds. How does one journey without direction signs? The outcomes at wagering leave you with chagrin. You have traveled a distance on the road to ruin.