So much can change for so little

Some things are better left as riddles 

 Losing and winning is all I am accounting, 

 It has been ages and I am counting. 

 Forgone, forgiven, and forgotten

this life is gloss & I see its bottom,

 Felt more than what I needed 

lost more than what I had 

if it is not just misery 

then why I am glad, I am bad? 

 Thousand faces, some million words 

thing’s you couldn’t say 

something I’ve heard. 

pain is what we all need 

but now the grief is mounting. 

 it has been ages and I am counting

I have been wicked 

and I have been wise 

 Always knew what to say 

always been rolling the dice.

 Now that I stand and take stock

 I am flaunting 

It has been ages and I am counting.