The Art of Heart


Winning is one end of the game

loosing is it’s evil twin

I could stare at this cards all day,

put them down and walk away

Or simply play

Mistake it for madness

I call it the art of heart

Every choice is a single card from a pack you don’t own

Play with all at stake

Life is a night out in Las Vegas

Loose to a debt paid in full only at death

I’ll take my chance at winning

The after taste of it’s reward lingers even on the tongue of others

I’ll take a pocket full of heart any day

For to live in fear is to never know

In the end,only to find out one was short changed by the machine of life

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