Winning Cycle?
Come for the free-spin, stay for the addiction
Let it begin in the same place that it ends;
Trade-in your life for a cycle of lies, of dollars and cents.
Eternal days are found where the light is man-made;
The dawn and the night, overcome by the morbid reality of dreams to fade.
Gold traded for promise and heads lost for lack of reason;
Proving the lie - that money relieves sin.
Live out this moment, play like a king;
For when the last crown falls, you will only know suffering.
So, let it begin in the same place it ends;
When it's all over, you will come to find - you traded your life for a cycle of lies, of dollars and cents.
About the Creator
Jollyoddbod Poetry
Here I am, and here I'll stay;
Like the moon in the darkness that refuses to fade.
Clouds will cover, but cannot take from my reign;
Mark this as the moment that they realise, as they scoff with distain.
They fell asleep, I cannot be blamed.
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This was so deep and thought provoking! Loved your poem!