Roll The Dice.
Fifteen times a day I see
The final resting place of me
Situated in the sky
Is where mankind will finally die
Faces of stone, look out to the shore
Dont think I could look no more
I found a spot to rest my head
But then forgot the things I said
Confusion seems to be my theme
Makes me want to f**king scream
Wake me up from this dream
Nightmares are all I’ve ever seen
But on the note of feeling good
I think I wish that I still could
But since I dont then that wont suffice
I’ll close my eyes then roll the dice
And if they should just land on three
Perahps a change is meant for me
But untill the dice stop there roll
I must continue to search my soul
This is the rolling of the dice
To search for answers through this life
To find that heavens not that nice
So…….
Live in the moment
Live in the light
Live in the future that living is like
The rolling of the dice.
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