the cheese

is it luck,

is it fate or destiny?

is God up there rolling the dice

despite what that

wild haired

Einstein said?

are we in some mad game,

mice in a maze

trying desperately

to get to the cheese.

the cheese being

wealth

or love, or contentment

found in some

purchase.

do we ever stop and say,

enough,

i'm done with this charade.

i think it's time i

stop the madness and truly

go my own

way?