Dice
Longing, grieving,
They walk hand in hand.
Whether you take
a chance with,
Or sit on the stands.
Rush, fright,
They just might
Be the holds that keep together
the horribly rounded surface;
Of what should be true
and perfect
but never is.
Pain, pleasure,
aren't they lovers?
Star-crossed,
polar worlds--
without one,
so cannot be the other.
So, my friend,
worry not.
For, you shall find,
either way what
you sought.
Walk with confidence,
with power.
Stride tall
and brisk.
But most importantly,
Do not ever fear
to take a risk.
They walk hand in hand.
Whether you take
a chance with,
Or sit on the stands.
Rush, fright,
They just might
Be the holds that keep together
the horribly rounded surface;
Of what should be true
and perfect
but never is.
Pain, pleasure,
aren't they lovers?
Star-crossed,
polar worlds--
without one,
so cannot be the other.
So, my friend,
worry not.
For, you shall find,
either way what
you sought.
Walk with confidence,
with power.
Stride tall
and brisk.
But most importantly,
Do not ever fear
to take a risk.
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