Eight Ball
Kept eyeing that eight ball
the bar tender poured
Reminded me of that game
So I shook it up and asked but...
the answers were too vague
The world... too vast
A pool stick cracked nearby
and I hoped they wouldn't sink it yet
If I was old enough I'd drink it down
Let it settle on my mind...
But here in the pub by that garage
it was all we could do to stay awake
A whole day touring colleges...
Then my damn car engine again...
Dreams have a price...
I was learning that lesson fast
"Rack em loser" I heard someone say
"Losers rack and winners crack"
Maybe I'd rather not dream anyway
people get by without dreams.
So I ask the eight ball if I should still bother?
'Concentrate and ask again...'
The room seems to close in around me
lost in this game of mine
I watch a man drinking his eight ball
eyes drooping to creases on his skin
He barely has strength to move.
If I don't try will I just end up here?
He turns to me and says...
'It is certain'
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