nine lives, three acts,
a plethora
of second and third chances?
how many
bullets can
we dodge,
how many mistakes
can we make before they
throw dirt on
us and drive
the stake?
is it luck, destiny, God's
will or fate,
or none of that?
perhaps it's
something beyond understanding,
a mystery
until the day
you die.
i can live with that.
but to be safe, don't use
your bed
to rest your hat.
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