Underground_Network
July 6th, 2009, 06:49 PM
Roll the die
And hope it lands
On the highest number possible.
But it lands on five,
And you feel deprived,
But it doesn't matter
When the only person
You're competing with
Is yourself.
You thought if you took the die,
A white cube with black dots,
Varying in number depending on
Their location and, to an extent,
Their significance,
And you threw it in the air,
As high as it could go,
You would increase your chances
Of doing something magical.
But damned will I be
If you manage to achieve,
Something magical
Just by throwing a
White cube
With black dots
Up into the air.
Because what will you do
When the stupid white cube
Doesn't come back down
And you stare at the ceiling
Bewildered at the mystical forces
Of anti-gravity.
No, life's not an easy game,
And a roll of the die
Won't tell you whether
You've won
Or whether you've lost.
So don't roll the die,
Because you won't hit six,
Every time, and even
When you do
You'll discover
That it's not that satisfying.
And hope it lands
On the highest number possible.
But it lands on five,
And you feel deprived,
But it doesn't matter
When the only person
You're competing with
Is yourself.
You thought if you took the die,
A white cube with black dots,
Varying in number depending on
Their location and, to an extent,
Their significance,
And you threw it in the air,
As high as it could go,
You would increase your chances
Of doing something magical.
But damned will I be
If you manage to achieve,
Something magical
Just by throwing a
White cube
With black dots
Up into the air.
Because what will you do
When the stupid white cube
Doesn't come back down
And you stare at the ceiling
Bewildered at the mystical forces
Of anti-gravity.
No, life's not an easy game,
And a roll of the die
Won't tell you whether
You've won
Or whether you've lost.
So don't roll the die,
Because you won't hit six,
Every time, and even
When you do
You'll discover
That it's not that satisfying.