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Roll the Dice

if you’re going to try, go all the

way.

otherwise, don’t even start.

 

if you’re going to try, go all the

way. this could mean losing girlfriends,

wives, relatives, jobs and

maybe your mind.

 

go all the way.

it could mean not eating for 3 or

4 days.

it could mean freezing on a

park bench.

it could mean jail,

it could mean derision,

mockery,

isolation.

isolation is the gift,

all the others are a test of your

endurance, of

how much you really want to

do it.

and you’ll do it

despite rejection and the

worst odds

and it will be better than

anything else

you can imagine.

 

if you’re going to try,

go all the way.

there is no other feeling like

that.

you will be alone with the

gods

and the nights will flame with

fire.

 

do it, do it, do it.

do it.

 

all the way

all the way.

you will ride life straight to

perfect laughter,

it’s the only good fight

there is.

Written by
Charles Bukowski
1920-1994 / Male / American
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