Trying to find a reason
to think life is worthwhile
when dreams have become etched
copies of dried out scrolls,
no squeeze is left in these languidly
rolling daydreams.
so what is there now?
Day to day survival, for some
higher purpose above pain?
But listen, pain is pain and
I don’t care. I
don’t care about staying standing
even though I’ll lose, no Rocky
heroics for me.
What I’d like is a damn shower.
I’d like to take a shower alone,
and I’d like to lie my head down
alone. I’d like some basic decency.
But I won’t get that.
I miss my life. It really gets me,
how much I’ve been ripped off. To
the grand total of my actual life.
Who knew I loved it so much?
