Waste It All

I meant to write you a Merry Christmas post, but I didn't.

I meant to tell you more about my life and thoughts these last few days. But I didn't.

These two things are actually related. So let me express my hope that you had a wonderful Christmas, and that your New Year's celebrations are full of love and happiness.

Soon I hope to explain more of what's behind this... but for now I will just give you the poem that has been wrung from my heart. They read more like song lyrics than poetry, because I would like to make them into a song very soon. I hope you like it.

Waste It All
By Ryan Wiksell

The dice are warming in my hand
The chips are stacked and sorted
But they cannot stay, they cannot stay

There is no easy way; no stepping back
It’s all on red, it’s all on black
My life drops in the wheel, drops in the wheel

It may not work
I may be fooled
But anyway, we all are gambling fools
So I risked it all on you. I risked it all on you.

My portfolio must be the joke
Of brokers’ break rooms
My returns are few and lonely, few and lonely

But we spend it all on something
Something big, something dumb
We release it quick and hope it returns, hope it returns

It may not work
I may be fooled
But even the brokers are broke in the end
So I’ll go broke for you. I’ll go broke for you.

Is Judas disingenuous
To reprimand, to advocate for those with less
I broke the flask; I poured it out. I poured it out.

A year of paychecks on the floor
On the feet that carry everything I hope for
Rinsed with my tears, and dried with my hair, dried with my hair

It may not work
I may be fooled
But to really love is to fear no waste
So I’ll waste it all on you. Waste it all on you.



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