Thursday, August 23, 2012

Pick a card

Pick a card,
any card,
see it yourself,
and show it to everyone,
everyone but me.

Pick a life,
any life,
take a tongue, a face and a name,
and show yourself to everyone,
everyone but me.

Now choose your ways,
just close your eyes and grab the tail,
or either stir the line,
by hastily ditching the trail.

Then find your days,
any day:
claim the Crown you know deserve,
or surrender to love,
living in your own humble mistake.

And meet Death,
the only Death,
unchanged in the comforts of a warm bed,
or found in the sharply fierce claws,
of a ravaging bullet’s bird.

Just pick a card,
any card.