I seem to be cursed, it goes from bad to worse,
there’s no such luck as good.
As much as I would like to believe,
it’s but an illusion to deceive.
I can’t resign myself,
to the design, of something or someone else.
I haven’t the faith or certainty,
to suspend reason and fact.
It would be an absurdity,
I wouldn’t know any other way to react.
When odds aren’t in your favor,
some look to God , as their savior.
My comfort, my cathedral, I find in nature.
I struggle under the constant labor,
to find good amidst the turmoil.
While others cling to, and are loyal,
to promised rewards, with the most steadfast hope.
My vision sees the picture in a clearer scope,
a panorama of white, black and gray.
The colors of the rainbow, a mere display,
a trick of sunlight, that our eyes betray.
The cards are stacked you can’t win,
no such thing as luck,when you gamble and bet.
All you’re going to get, is another chance to spin.
The wheel, that circle that goes around and around,
at what cost, all you’ve lost, remains to be found.