some thoughts

this life is a game of russian roulette
where one never knows what one might get
ambiguity is fate's best friend,
his not-so-secret weapon, and there's no peeking
at how this story ends.
the most inexplicable poker face,
we're all running but is it even a race?
some chase answers,
some don't care,
and others still say the answers aren't there.
perhaps we're not ready to learn the truth,
perhaps we're too busy with arrogant youth.
and maybe, if we're really blessed
to reach an age of those wisest,
maybe then, we will slow down to smell the flowers
and realise that knowledge really isn't power,
one day when we discard greed and regret,
and learn to appreciate this life
that is a game of russian roulette.