I was the best
at one time. No life greater
than mine, in my eyes. No lies
I was something else. Nothing but
highs, and stories to tell. Well,
it seemed that way,
a black and white story, turned
a sudden grey.
I was pleased
with my situation. And ambitious
In creation, life seized by he who
was offered the wealth of all nations.
Good health and prosperity taken,
for granted. The seeds of a future,
planted, the soil and soul didn’t take
as i leave empty handed.
I’m at a standstill, crossroads,
lack of will and all those
times of contentment were deceit,
made me me accept self made
confinement. Except self made from
inaction, and in action i feel discomfort.
There was help laid out, a path, a route,
I can’t help but fade out
with my past and my roots.
I’ll be dead, soon enough
with a huff and a puff. Wrestling,
writing wrongdoings when weary,
delirious, never take things too serious
when its groundhog day tomorrow.
It’s frankly easier to borrow
from him, he wont thank me for it,
matter fact i can hear him,
bashing his way through the brain.
I maintain i’m in the right, and he
in the future, out of sight, is irrelevant.
I’m whats prevalent, the now, the moment.
The next few minutes endowed with the
perpetual task of fending off my greatest opponent.