I sat down at the table
With my demons and the gods
The pieces moved and i was able
To win with just my nods.
As my pile grew and grew
The stakes grew higer too
So i gambled with my life and love
Now i ask the moon above
Did i win at all or did I lose?
My silent voice replied
You need no excuse.
All the prophets have been crucified.
There is no surrender, no gain
No end to joy, no end to pain
All will be as it will seem
If you'll awake within your dream.
Dear Cat: This is a great poem. the last two lines are proverbial. And this is the first and last esoteric comment. Today. Love Bro
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
has the potential to be better. its ok, almost good