They say it’s all a game of chance
But I recall the way I held the dice
Not trembling, not in prayer
Just feeling… the weight inside
No kiss before I cast my fate
No whispers, no lucky signs
Just me, the table, and that quiet wait
When silence rolls louder than time
You blame the odds, I see design
Each fall, a shadow of choices behind
We call it luck, but name it late
The fault we fold becomes our fate
The weight of the dice, it bends my hand
Like the past I tried to understand
No fortune teller, no divine sign
Just consequences, dressed as chance, in line
I don’t believe in gods who play
This table’s mine. The stakes, I pay
Roll again or walk away
The dice remember what you won’t say
I’ve seen them pray before the throw
As if the sky will tilt the board
But the dice don’t hear, the dice don’t care
They only fall where truth’s been stored
Every habit, every doubt
Etched in weight, not carved in shouts
I rolled them not to win or hide
But to see which lies I’d lived inside
So spin your myths, and sing your dreams
I’ll count my breaths between the seams
For every side the dice might show
There’s a reason I already know
The weight of the dice, not in the throw
But what I carry when I let go
It isn’t fate that brings regret
It’s the truth we tried to not forget
Sometimes I wish I’d never played
But even silence placed a bet
Each skipped move, each word delayed
Left fingerprints the dice won’t let
I watched them bounce like echoes lost
Of words I never dared to voice
But even in their restless dance
I saw a pattern, not a choice
The weight of the dice, my own to hold
Not just silver cubes, but stories told
No god, no fate, no sleight, no trick
Just me, and time, and one last click
"Not chance. Not fate.
Just me, and the weight I shaped."
They say it’s all a game of chance
But I recall the way I held the dice
Not trembling, not in prayer
Just feeling… the weight inside
No kiss before I cast my fate
No whispers, no lucky signs
Just me, the table, and that quiet wait
When silence rolls louder than time
You blame the odds, I see design
Each fall, a shadow of choices behind
We call it luck, but name it late
The fault we fold becomes our fate
The weight of the dice, it bends my hand
Like the past I tried to understand
No fortune teller, no divine sign
Just consequences, dressed as chance, in line
I don’t believe in gods who play
This table’s mine. The stakes, I pay
Roll again or walk away
The dice remember what you won’t say
I’ve seen them pray before the throw
As if the sky will tilt the board
But the dice don’t hear, the dice don’t care
They only fall where truth’s been stored
Every habit, every doubt
Etched in weight, not carved in shouts
I rolled them not to win or hide
But to see which lies I’d lived inside
So spin your myths, and sing your dreams
I’ll count my breaths between the seams
For every side the dice might show
There’s a reason I already know
The weight of the dice, not in the throw
But what I carry when I let go
It isn’t fate that brings regret
It’s the truth we tried to not forget
Sometimes I wish I’d never played
But even silence placed a bet
Each skipped move, each word delayed
Left fingerprints the dice won’t let
I watched them bounce like echoes lost
Of words I never dared to voice
But even in their restless dance
I saw a pattern, not a choice
The weight of the dice, my own to hold
Not just silver cubes, but stories told
No god, no fate, no sleight, no trick
Just me, and time, and one last click
"Not chance. Not fate.
Just me, and the weight I shaped."