
The Moon dreams of what might be,
While Saturn asks what it will cost.
One whispers, fortune could be yours,
The other counts the gains and loss.
The fifth house holds the games we play’,
The risks we take, the bets we place’.
But hope can turn to quiet fear
When luck becomes our last embrace.
You study numbers, weigh the odds,
And wait for something to turn around.
Each loss becomes a promise postponed,
Each distant gain, a hope rebound.
But when does patience become a trap?
When does a dream refuse to die?
Are you enjoying the chance you take,
Or asking chance to tell you why?
Are you playing for the thrill of the game,
Or waiting for rescue disguised as gain?
For no uncertain wind can steer
A life built only on hope and fear.
Sometimes, the bravest move we make’
Is knowing which dream to forsake.

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