Roll.
Again.
Again.
Again?
Why not.
There are infinite worlds
hiding inside a single die—
six little faces,
and somehow
all linked to mine.
Maybe I win.
Maybe I lose.
Maybe I fall sideways
into a future
I didn't know existed.
The odds say unlikely.
I say
"so?"
A card flips.
A coin dances.
The wheel laughs in
red, black, red,
black, black,
maybe.
Probability is just possibility
wearing a suit and pretending
it knows what happens next.
And I?
I prefer the uncertainty.
Give me the gamble.
Give me the chaos.
Give me the beautiful, ridiculous
freedom of maybe.