Is it all a game of cards,
Or just this moment in time?
Itās so hard to move forward
Without crossing some thin line.
Everything must fall in order,
Slotted into just one placeā
Matching one after the other,
A quiet game of grace.
At times the board lies frozen still,
No moves to make, no signs to trust.
But one small shift, one quiet will,
Can stir the cards from dust.
No longer solitary, no l...