I Am The Die Poem by Michael Green

Distract me and make me grin
Help stay the pretty blade from my skin
Go subtract me, it's ok
I don't believe those lovely words now anyway

Forget it, the past is done
Who knew I'd find sweet peace from a gun?
Smile for me as I take my rest
Trust me when I say it's for the best

I am the die, I've cast me out
From my hand I roll about
In this land of choice and doubt
My life's plans have been thrown out.