Life lived as if, on the edge of precipice
I stand looking out into the infinite
waves of time break against my years
hope is abandoning me
and there is a story I have of waste
and the waiting here for the clocks to tick
and gongs to sound and bells to toll
for a train that will have a seat for me.
Each crash is another year gone
and every once in a sometimes I consider diving in.
The drone that brings the pains and the greys
causes places to thin and sag
I ask questions to the face mirrored before me
showing wrinkles of an overweight stranger
who has this unfamiliar life to me.
Hope is abandoning and fatigue is catching up
I am not one who will stay in a world without love.
Missed intentions and lost regrets
have no place in my present day
but each decision I make seems to leave me
vexed with oppositions and questions
hopes of knowing days with a second self.