Always An Ace Up My Sleeve

Always An Ace Up My Sleeve

I walk through the fire, I play every game,

Smiling in shadows, no fear, no shame.

They watch my hands, they read my face,

But they’ll never know my hidden ace.

A flick of the wrist, a turn of the tide,

The truth stays buried where secrets hide.

You think you’ve won, you think I’m through,

But I’ve got a move you never knew.

Deception is art, and I paint it well,

A whisper, a smirk—no tale to tell.

When the stakes run high and the fools believe,

I grin—there’s always an ace up my sleeve.