THE QUIET LIFE.

How’s the fast life? Have you had a moment to catch your breath yet? Your poker face is priceless, it’s like you’ve never been dealt a bad hand.

Feathers are tussled and tails are tucked.

This target on my back is larger than I thought. 

I’ve lived a 1000 lives since you last saw me and I’m not sure if you’d recognize me, as I can barely recognize myself.

And if I could never do any wrong, when did we enter foul play? 

I want a gold star for this difficult conversation, and if this moment doesn’t soften me up, I don’t know what will. 

Maybe if you play your cards right, we can slow down.

However, I am always counting cards and the house has eyes.

And this is far from a competition, but I love how you’re letting me win.