It seems you deal the hand you're dealt.
What was his is now yours.
What was done to you, you do to them.
What you deal, you are dealt.
Like a Fellini perspective
Your life rolls out.
Grotesque and crude
Sublime and magical.
I even asked for the hand
I prayed for the cards
I asked for the man
To come to me
as I needed and wanted.
Only one person would know that
That which I wanted and needed most
That which I was familiar with,
had knowledge of
And it wasn't me
All I do know is
That I've dealt the hand I was dealt
I'm living the scheme I concieved
For someone else, not me.