Bet on Red

The slots spin again

tiny fractions spent

hoping for that payday.

It's not enough

you know, you'll have to

work harder, if more

is what you want

There's enough

in your pocket 

for a hollow comfort

not the dream

but it could be passable

to slip away

retire to mediocrity

Across the hall it shines

promises calling the brave.

The buy-in alone

costs all you have

but that slim chance 

calls through the stupor

This could be perfection

awaiting a roll of the dice

but the hard part 

always comes before.