I stared at the dice as they rolled across the table. Please I'm only asking for one more five. Please, just one more and I'll devote everything to you.
Even with them tumbling across the board still I my heart fell. Since when did the die listen.
Gently picking up the card I begged it to be a seven. Please, I'm only asking for a seven is it that hard to provide? It's funny to ask things of chance.
It's not like even it decides, sometimes though it feels okay to ask.
Sometimes though I ask anyway, so maybe the world will hear it.