Shuffled cards and dealt
Cut the cards and picked one
There must have been some trouble
For the card I drew was blank
The answer is unknown
The answer can’t be shown
There is no answer
The possibilities are endless
The choices are not clear
The way forward is mysterious
Deep in the fog
I try to steer
Magic eight ball says to try again
Later
The way is up to me
Go with the flow
Envision what I want
And go thatta way
Get some advice
But trust my intuition
Don’t get bogged down in my
Contrition
I am spinning in the clouds
Of the blank card that I’ve drawn
I’m up against the bank
Of a storm that’s headed now
I’m hanging on and
Letting go
But did I keep what should be kept
Did I leave what should be left
Or did I mix it up and let go
Of the thing I should have saved
And did I keep the very thing
I should have heaved
Do I shuffle yet again
Or just take a breath
And just begin
From where I spin amongst the clouds
Neither up and
Neither down
Take this blank card that I’ve drawn
And write the story that could be
When the fog clears
If the fog clears
Should the way clear just for me
