Who is the Shuffle Master?
One day I woke up only to find
The voices I heard were not really mine
They came from tapes in the distant past
Who would have thought time would allow them to last.
Fear of death and no self belief
Why was I dealt these Cards of Grief?
Why was I chosen?
I’ve always been kind
Who was the Shuffle Master
Of the cards in my mind ?
Then a precious, gently soul took my hand
Guided me to a mirror and said “now stand”
As I stared at the reflection
Clarity I came to see,
The Shuffle Master
Of the cards has always been me.
Now the truth is out
And setting myself free will be determined by
Which cards I keep
Or forever let be.
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