I’m betting nobody felt when I walked in.
Was I so shallow that my exit was awaited before my entrance?
I make guesses at life shifting my pagan dices through the floor.
One day it’ll point me to victory, until then, rememberence of all the things for which I’m not forgiven.
Let us gather together, build a construct of you and me.
There is room in my life, bring your pleasant serenity.