in this cosmic game of poker, do we get an exit strategy?
i said "all in, all in" all day yesterday
lifeless drones. we don't share life. we each have our own.
we can't see each others' cards
and why would we want to?
the exits are guarded with fire
the tables are covered with pain
hope, hope, hope: what good is it if we can't see it?
this room is cloudy with the smoke of lost souls
and friends keep their noses in paper books of dead men
to learn ways to better love their fellow man
but, good heavens, don't fold; we'll play alongside each other:
you with your cards, and me with mine.
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I love you.
I think there's a reason why "lay your cards on the table" is a euphemism for honesty and openness. We don't share. We don't show eachother what goes on inside. We work so friggin hard to build wall after wall and put on pokerface after pokerface until we forgot who we really are.
My pokerface is a mask for righteousness that must be laid at the foot of the cross. I am not doing alright. I need help. So that's why the scripture commands us to bear one another's burdens.
At least that's what I got out of it. I have a history of not knowing what the heck Tim is talking about.
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