Things come and go. Like people I suppose. We play games to pass the time. Roll dice on gambles. Take chances with our lives. Only there is no collecting when coming full circle. That's called a mistake. So we jump to other boards. Hoping we aren't sorry. Realizing there is no perfection. Trying to balance every risk. Like we ever had a clue. Some try so hard. While others scoff at effort. What is the right combo that will lead to the end game. It's like an ever changing rubix cube. So many patterns to memorize. But doing the same thing. Over. And over. Is that living. Or insanity. Whatever it's called. One thing is certain. We shall never get bored. Playing with our demons.