Questions without answers,
Looking to find a method
Of predetermined chances
To slow the flow of questions
From happenings at the same time,
Who is to blame for the outcome
Should we all as watchers bind
Ourselves to the consequence?

Every moment is a six sided option
A glorious face upward looking,
And four roads nowhere.
One face buried in darkness.
When hope lands at random,
Where wars are fought
House wins everytime
And it’s the givers left in drought.

Tell me no one understands
Tell me every day is the same.
Tell me no amount of hands
Will make these hours pass again.
Upon hanging questions,
No answers I’ll provide,
Each lie is a lesson
And the chance is passing by.