No Rest For the Wicked {{Brain Dump}}

Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay
I got a mouth to feed
There ain't nothing in this world for free.

Something for something
Nothing for nothing
Equivalent exchange.

But how much should be sacrificed
on a hope, a chance?
Is it all right to risk everything for such an uncertain future?

And yet, nothing is gained from nothing
Risk is a part of being alive.

Are we human, or are we denser?
More able to face our demons.

Everyone needs a reason to be better than they are, to improve
I have found mine - at least, one that works for now
To improve myself, for the sake of someone else, as well as myself.

It is time to roll the dice.
To flip the chessboard.
To yell "JENGA!"
To press play.

And yet, this is the time for none of those things
This is a time to wait, and see.

And who'll hear the echoes of stories never told?
Let them ring out loud, 'til they unfold.

No chance
yet no choice.

There is no coincidence in this world.
Only hitsuzen.

So, all we can do is live
Live, and fight
Fight, for our right to get as we deserve.

We are all mirrors that reflect eachother's Karma
I see mine when I look in your eyes - Do you see yours?

My life is finally starting to go right
Stepping up, and settling into a less 'meh' rhythmn
Karmic payoff, perhaps
God knows I have earned it, even if I did not set out to.

And yet I can't slow down
I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could.

'cause there ain't no rest for the wicked
'til we close our eyes for good.