My Poker Game
With no end in sight
I keep waiting
For the tables to turn,
I just wish I could see my opponent's cards,
I look hopefully...
To see if destiny drops some hint.
And I am bluffing,
Probably you know that too..
When I smile, it comes not from my heart,
But it's just a bluff
So that you won't read my cards..
Oh, what I wouldn't do to re-live it all,
One fine move by another,
Till I hold the upper hand,
And Destiny starts to smile..
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