No notice,
No severance pay;
Life is just a flirt with genius-
Or a flash that blinds more than it reveals.
Blinded by precision of chance,
Dancing with the death of choice,
Not written not made not just dealt out-
The road we choose for ourselves
That is destiny that we resign ourselves to.
Nevermind the noise,
Beyond the the ambient lies the truth,
Precision of the idea machine-
Loses itself on the ideas it so produces.
We are left with just hopes and wishes.
But today I relinquish the shadow of doubt,
It is a new light that shines on the mind;
Pulverizing the diamonds of Fears,
Scaling the heights of depression
Today I am free, I am awake.
I shall go on playing roulette with life yet.......
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