bluff

After the cops called their bluff
came a moment of questioning if it was worth it
The luxuries faded slowly or perhaps were quickly burnt off
The after taste of pleasures lingered for a while
with reduced zeal
in eyes that looked like they had enough.
You may detect a flashing equation
explaining the Theory for Everything
questioning whether it's really all that tough.
You get an answer when you feel the zing
And become disoriented because you've accumulated too much stuff.

Answers don't come easy
though you have a choice of a million possibilities sprinkled over the city
demanding attention
There's a paralysis
that growls and you don't want to feel it's bite.