The roulette tells all wrong
that it has unattended business to human needs
Do I need a roulette?
To salvage my pride as a Gamester I am attracted to pangs of conscience
Where is the God sitting and listening to ideal rant?
Is He in this world or within?
There I see a seed sprouting into a flower and all the beauty is enhanced
by thousands of dregs and could you not stare at yourself in the mirror?
And say there is God eaten moth on the paper flower
I spin off a new idea to enchant girls to rhythms of ancient blues
they dance more than the rascals of the jungles with tigers running free
and Is there corruption of the soul?
our viewpoints might be different but the high talk is
there is Ivory tower spinning off ideas by galore
and the ones picking up could be you, the watcher of the stars in silence.