I have this image in my mind all of the time when the lights are on and when they are out. It is the lust for more the urge that lures behind our minds every day. I see it as money others see it as a fools reality. I see no difference between the cards and the beauty of a woman. The feel of the chips in your hand and the touch of her skin. They both represent a gamble to me but Im the one who is wrong for trying so hard to fufill my dreams. We play and we win and sometimes we lose. Let me defend my way against yours and say that the divorce rate in our country is astronamical and im the one whos gambling? Its just the way it is in my view and how my pleasure is mixed with those sounds of machines and the shuffle of those cards. You can smoke or drink and even speak your mind without an armada of disgust from that partner who blames you for everything she or he didn't do in life.
What do i do I play and it sweeps me into a world of contempt and realism in my eyes. Its my escape its my drug and its my way. At the end of the day i choose those two cards and that woman behind me with that lace which steers the room into a new age.
