Poem 0005 - Gamblers

Tearing through life’s pages like three year olds,
We think we might find the answer or
The essence of our existence
But we are met with many unmarked doors
And too complex mazes.

So we carry on to the next big stage
And step by step we play
Thinking we’d figure it out along the way
But we throw the dice and it rolls
Never the same numbers
We win, we lose
And we forget to learn the lesson.