If there's a thin line between love and hate. Then all who dare would love there fate to wait. As wispy clouds of mist covers my eyes. Leaving me to endure hardships and pain. While I untwist my mind with thoughts of a solace time. The weak suffer leaving some of the strong with only regret. Even when we rise from the gutters after a daylight flutter. Stopping us begging on the streets showing of your life of poverty. That's when you can help the people that matters most to you. While you always feel blue knowing true love will only stay. When you both sleep together as two. From the depths of your souls as we see the greatest sights. It still won't shield us from the bitter ice.
This piece of poetry is showing the rich and poor can still gamble. Knowing even when we rise we can still fall to the depths of despair.