Plates of glass and tempered steel
Slap of cards and roulette wheel
Trust in luck is overused
Ego a sapling easily bruised
Right has left, and left is wrong
The mind a blister, the soul a song
They said you and I were meant to be
So I let you go reluctantly
I drew an ace and palmed a king
Wished to forget everything
Lies are lies even when believed
You were gone--I should have grieved
Instead I laughed, threw back my head
Outside was fun, inside felt dead
Of all the games we could have played
You picked the deck that held a jade
You played it smart; you won the hand
It’s a game I’ll never understand.
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