Does it help

Does it help

When the dream dies

Doors close

With a final click

Barring entrance

Looking in

Face pressed

Tight against the glass

Misting over from

Laboured breath

Is it any different

On the other side

How will you know

If you belong

When in this game

They play by house rules

Old boys

Sit in fat leather chairs

Breathing rarified air

Holding all the cards

Close to their chests

Placing bets

You will lose

Your nerve

Before the music ends

When all

The seats are taken

The last one standing

Is removed

Your nose

Is permanently glued

To the window

It is always different

On the other side

Swallow your pride

Turn away

That dream is over

Does it help

If you believe

There is reward

In pressing on

It is what they would

Have you all think

It keeps you

On the outside

Looking in

Keeping faith

In a meek inheritance

As the fat of the land

Is drained

With every drink

They have you refill

Say a little prayer

For what good it does

What happens

Should you leave

Or look the other way

Who would be

Hung out to dry

What happens when you die

Does it help

If you believe.