There’s nothing you can do

the-billiard

Why are you standing tall
as if there’s so much you can do?
You are but a billiard ball
flogged by a hidden cue.

Why are you running after
ghosts so fresh and fancies – new?
This is nonsense and that is laughter
and there’s nothing you can do.

Why are you crashing waves
hoping to be pulled through?
Paradise lies in tombs and graves
and there’s nothing you can do.

Why are you spending hours
if you do not have a clue?
Wisdom is like plucking flowers
and there’s nothing you can do.

Why are you confessing sins
as if those all were really true?
Your ball is hit and so it spins
and there’s nothing you can do.

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2 responses to “There’s nothing you can do

  1. Dom

    Great poem, and I love the billiards imagery!

  2. I dig your (poem’s) pessimism.

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