I was working on finances.

The kind you do to pay your bills.

The ones you play to take your chances.

At the game called “Cure Your Ills.’

I was lost in the beginning.

Now I’m certain that I’m not sure.

All those tears from excess grinning.

Not true grief and yet so pure.

We are sprinting towards something…

Tastes like freedom, feels like death.

In the end, not buying nothing.

Except that chance for one more breath.