8 is an upright infinity sign,
a goldfish, and a snowman
8 is the mask that you can use
to hide away from this rocky reality
It’s the chain that holds me back
from endless choices I know I’d regret.
8 is the age I met my father
and I had to pretend that I wasn’t bothered
Without 8, it would be 7 then 9,
and maybe at the age of 9
I would’ve been prepared to see the man
I was supposed to call dad,
and maybe I would’ve been glad.
Without 8, I’d be stripped of my mask
that I rely on when things get rough.
My goldfish would be down the toilet,
my snowman would melt,
and with it everything I’ve ever felt.