um poema que recebi

- Even if my heart is aching
I won´t take-it easy
I'm here to fight, to take risks and get-it all
And you tender boy, are you up to the game?

- I know my sweet, I know that the higher the risk, the higher is the reward.
But the million dollar question is not:
How much I’m willing to put at stake?
The million dollar question is:
What are the odds of the game?

- Oooh poor boy, talking math to me
The only math that matters is that one plus another equals to one
But, neither this is always true
Nor the extent of the outcome can be predicted
Oooh my sweet dear, I’m so afraid you aren’t up for this math