Running Out of Things to Say

I have parents and friends nearing retirement age,

but they resemble children as much as me,

it can’t be good for the mind or the heart,

to hold on to such nonsensical hope.

we keep making plans we never see through.

replacing achievement with new ideas.

 

Am I willing to let go?

Learn another language and disappear.

Who will measure my pain?

 

I wonder how long it’ll take for reality to set in.

It’s all so bleak when night pins you down,

Smiles in your face and waits for the end,

To take you away from the small things you loved,

and overlooked.

I see the future and the past,

But cannot tell them apart.

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Running Out of Things to Say

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