Rolling Dice

What are the chances that you are the most beautiful? Your focal point only being a #6 What's beauty when your character itself is below that? An improper ratio, just so your cover speaks a little louder

Why would you be read if your story does not speak? Your expensive cover, a foggy dream disguising your hidden chapters When your book is opened, your prologue is already shutting eyes Then the dice falls and falls To suddenly land on a sad #1

So, you will begin to see yourself in another angle In another way You will roll your dice and humbly smile at your #4 in the mirror But more hearts will admire the chapters of your soul More eyes will tremble from the climaxes of your journey

So, the dice turns and turns, Then lands on a winking #9 A high score for true beauty deserved