Jan 6, 2017
Leftbehind
I wish I could say That I've grown old With Grace But unfortunately I seem to be All over the place. I can see with Great clarity I'm no longer Who I used to be. But in my minds eye I appear still To define My being as a Collage of historic Successes Not as a vision Of future ambition. There lies the point. Which haunts as I type Falling victim To believing My own fictional hype. Parralel lives. Like siamese twins Good and evil spirits Fighting for space In a far too small Physical shell
