LIFE IS LIKE A DIE
SIX SIDES, SIX WAYS, FORWARD OR BACK,
THROUGH NIGHTS AND DAYS.
UP OR DOWN, TO LEFT OR RIGHT,
THE ROLL DECIDES OUR PATH IN SIGHT.
YET THERE'S A FACE NO HAND CAN FIND,
THE SEVENTH, BORN WITHIN THE MIND.
IT IS THE CHOICE TO BREAK THE THROW,
TO WALK THE ROAD YOU CHOOSE TO GO.
OPPOSING SIDES WILL SUM TO SEVEN,
A BALANCE BOUND BY FATE AND HEAVEN.
BUT WHEN THE WORLD GIVES ONLY TWO,
THE SEVENTH PATH BELONGS TO YOU.
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