Rolling Dice

It was raining on me all night
As I tripped..

Life rolling dice,
As I slipped.

Biting and chewing the abate in me..
Lying In bed, couldn't sleep.

Morning shedding light,
Against wakened, closed eyes.

Visions, images,
Coming, coming, going..
Clearing, sealing, knowing..
Feelings, asking me to sit...

Slipping away,
And back again..
All night,
As I slip in and out of my shoes,
Wondering,
What I'm doing...
Why I am doing things this way,
As the night speaks for me,
The dice play for me..
The phone,
That gateway in...

What happened?
Chewing my abate.
It's all good though,
Today, that new day.

Really.
An entirely,
New
Day