I finally realised
life is like a tower of cards
and maybe you use glue or something
or steal cards from someone else
but you’re basically trying
to build up this tower,
without knocking it down.
Some people get married
and attain some next level
tower of card shit,
and then they take a hairdryer,
in the form of an affair
or a crippling gambling addiction,
and try to knock down their house
of cards.
Some people build their tower
with love and compassion and
something like cancer comes along
and fucks it all up for them,
but hey that’s life
and any one is as good as another
I guess.
Me,
I left my cards
in a wallet
I lost
somewhere.
Published on February 21, 2016 07:36