There isn't a day,
That goes by I didn't see,that
You're not there playing life's roulette,
Fading with the wind
Trapped you seem to be,
Snarled with everything
Mentally disturbed,
You continue the devil's game
Container of deceptions,
For the mentally insane, I guess,
You got a real problem, my Child,
Your mind is getting fried
Feeding on life's illusions and rip-offs,
Can really hurt your spirit, and also mind,
Playing life's roulette, is not just a game,
So please Child, stop, playing with your fate.
Dorian Petersen Potter
copyright@2003
By ladydp2000
