No shelter

No shelter from the rain
No shelter from my frown
Without my umbrella
I will drown

No shelter from the heat
No shelter from the sun
Without my umbrella
I’ll burn down

No shelter from the wind
No shelter from the storm
Without my umbrella
I’ll be torn

No shelter for my life
No shelter for my health
Without my umbrella
I lose breath

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Take a deep breath

Humans are sometimes forgetful
Of their most basic needs
Yet the key to our success
Is sorting them out first

Take a deep breath

Be all things as they are
You are alive at this very moment
And the future is always uncertain
No matter how it might seem

Take a deep breath

There’s always time to pause
And to recollect your thoughts
To put the past behind you
And to ask yourself the question

Take a deep breath

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Poker: A beginner’s guide

I’m pretty good at poker
The problem though:
I’m never playing by the book
And once ahead
I try to outsmart the game

But that’s not how the game works.

You have to play by the rules.
You’ve got to remember the rules.
Getting excited is bad.
The ones who’re excited are fools.
You’ve got to stick to the rules.

Limit your creativity.
Only odds, no oddities.
Poker is a game of chance.
Poker is a game of no chance.

But that’s not how life works.
So get excited for life.
Not for poker.

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The Wall

Are you regretting your past?
You must be
God created you and yet
You’re so incomplete

Never seeing the sky
Looking down at your feet
Stars laugh at your efforts
As they lead to delusions
Of something you call
“Finding yourself” or the
“Purpose of life”

So you run against the wall
And break down
Not knowing how to dismantle it
Piece by piece
Not knowing how to climb over it
And never realising you could just
Go around it
And put your past behind you

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The joke’s on you

You just got fooled, and you decide to laugh

But on all other days, ’tis not a laughing matter
They start off worse and end up even badder
Like falling down when climbing up a ladder
Like waiting for a bus with a full bladder

You laugh at jokes, but jokes, they laugh at you
That’s why each one of them just feels so true
Then one day you wake up and see
The jokes, they have become reality

And you might think whole life’s a joke, but then
It never was, and never meant to be

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