The Problem With Poker

Maybe I'm just too cold,
And maybe I just can't feel.
But I just realized
Life's way too short
To stop and wonder if this is real.

Every cautious breath I take
And every frantic beat my heart makes
Is just time I see slipping away.

Through my fingers like sand,
Out a jar like smoke.
Seconds melting,
Minutes flowing,
Days of my life crumbling in my hands.

I'm way too young to get caught up
In little games and dares.
Because a promise is just a gamble and poker is way over my head.

I'm feeling a little naive,
Talking about life when I have so much more to live.
But in this game we play of poker
Fate is our dealer
And love is our chips

They come and go as hands unfold
But always amount to something.
Something more than we could ever imagine as we wait for the next card.

As we sit, as we wait, life continues on.
Passing by my window as I yearn for it to stop

Too young now the players are coming,
And losing far too many chips.
And I don't want to be stuck in this cycle of slowly losing my grip.

Time is something I cannot hold on to.
So slowly I let it go.
Let it wash over my memories
Blanket my mind
With thoughts of tomorrow

I just want to slow down
Lay down my hand for a while
Live my life and be free from the chains of this table
Because in this gamble of love and life
We all become addicts

But as I sit here all I want is to fold from this game.
Be young and forget the debt
I've already begun to stack up

And so maybe I'm just too cold
And maybe I just can't feel.
But i just realized
Life's way too short
To stop and wonder if this is real