Cross the line between the ventricles,
A gunshot to end the show with coins
Upon tired eyes acting as the curtains.
These eyes are closed behind reticles.
The path forward for fools of circumstance,
Saints and sinners alike, lights hearts afire.
Nothing gained without sacrifice. A roll of the dice
Holds onto our destiny. Take a chance or a step back.
Sometimes the gamble deepens the debt, be wise
When the price is no longer yours to bear. Step back.
Life holds true beauty for the selfless wanderers that dare
To care about others without a word. Just learn to share.