The Rambler and the Gambler
The Rambler moves through the darkness.
Trusting that which he feels.
The Gambler moves through the darkness
Trusting that which he see's.
The Rambler finds his way through the darkness
By means of Touch and Heart,
The Gambler finds his way though the darkness
By means of Memory and Mind.
The Rambler, composing a picture of his findings,
Paints with Vivid colors and abstract lines.
The Gambler, composing a picture of his findings,
Draws with sharp lines, though in black and white.
Unaware, that which is done in the dark will be brought to the light.
Trusting that which he feels.
The Gambler moves through the darkness
Trusting that which he see's.
The Rambler finds his way through the darkness
By means of Touch and Heart,
The Gambler finds his way though the darkness
By means of Memory and Mind.
The Rambler, composing a picture of his findings,
Paints with Vivid colors and abstract lines.
The Gambler, composing a picture of his findings,
Draws with sharp lines, though in black and white.
Unaware, that which is done in the dark will be brought to the light.
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I was actually posting a much different poem here, when, As usual, I got hung up on the title. A name came to mind, as did most of this poem, which is along the lines of the one I was originally going to post (though this one is much better). I think it needs another stanza in the beginning to start it off. Feedback is appreciated.