“A Game of Pool”
Today I will use time wisely and sing my song the way it is.
My desire, my will, is the 8 Ball in the corner pocket.
I sink it, and there goes my life.
Did I use it wisely, or is it just another 8 Ball into abyss?
What is this wise understanding that never concluded—even after the table was clear?
It is not a waste to simply rack up the balls again.