Innocent child reaches for the dice
Rubbing hands together fast
Adopts a serious look
Throw, three five
You remember
Rolling up the window
And heading west
Knowing
That what is ahead
Will be a gamble
Turn up the radio
It is ok
To be real
Fend for oneself
Scratch out some time
Leave the lights behind
Sense the quiet space
Listen to life tumble
Reach back
To the library of the soul
As the innocent child gives you the dice
You select a random number
Knowing it is merely a wisp
A fleeting moment in time
But in this gamble
We find beauty and the mystery
Of endless possibilities.