Losing Hand

Something to understand
If a cloud falls upon the path
Removes itself, comes back
Maybe, you’ve been dealt a losing hand

Furthermore avoid
Points of view to end in regret
Living lessons within confessions
Maybe, we’ve all been dealt a losing hand

Try not to loose control
As time grows colder

Breathe
Gently fall back into place
Recall the smile upon my face
Tune it down
I know time can seem a little empty
We all live contently in distress

The clock never stops
When troublesome complications
Develop into obscured fixations
Recognize, we’ve all been dealt a losing hand
Understand we’ve all been dealt a losing hand