Life deals many second chances,
And I coaxed myself to believe,
That another hand could be different.
I suppose that's the beauty in losing.
"I've lost this hand I've been dealt,
And I can't bluff my way to the top,
I thought I was convinced I could win,
Until I wagered the world against it."
That's what I told myself,
As I quietly made my decision.
Like no one else at the table,
I gave away the truth of my hand.
It's easy to love the thought,
Of being dealt a winning hand,
And I chose to leave behind.
The hand I had been dealt.
So I peek at my hand again,
Very slowly, I peeled the cards to view.
I gently tossed my cards forward,
The game had neared its end.
I couldn't hold on and put hope in lies.
I folded and gave up all I've bet.
I see now why it's good to fear.
It's to be headstrong against the world.
It's a mess for me,
The choice I chose to take,
As for everyone else,
I'd like to hope I know.
I was afraid.
To lose.
To win.
To quit.
I've made this debate so many times,
And yet every time, I pushed forward.
But not this time.
I finally stood my ground.
I'm glad you chose to hold.
You've won from what I can tell.
Thank you.
