We take our chances and roll the dice
Never thinking once about the price
Slipping by maybe for a while
Sometimes crashing in a broken pile

But what is a life without the risk
Promises of comfort, safety and bliss
An illusion of what this life should be
Yet without any risk are we truly free?

Stoic Poetry


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