Wednesday, November 26, 2014

8

8 days left to find a life
Before the dreaded call
8 days to reinvent myself
8 million ways to fall

8 hours make a working day
Days I’ve seldom seen
8 beers, at least, have passed this bar
8 friends, who ask nothing

8 dollars are all I have left
8 thousand brought me here
8 seasons haven’t even passed
But I have aged 8 years

8 voices whisper in my ear
I don’t know, which to hear
8 bucks I’ll bet, that in 8 days
I’ll still be sitting here

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