Post Script

All my life has led to this

And every moment after it

So, why can't I commit?



Snapshots flicker in my mind;

A woman sings a lullaby

If only I could hear it



This is the life;

As I stand here idly by

Afraid to dip my toe into the pool

Each moment alone

Nearly leaves me comatose,

Fatigued by all the things I'll never do



The human being is the kingdom's ragged fool



Brown dishwater ripples

Echoed concentric circles

My mirror self distorts



Count the rings below my eyes

Years and years of compromise

The drain gurgles and chokes



This is the life;

Chicago trapped under ice

I step outside, enveloped in silence

My Grandma used to say,

"This life's a grand parade: some march along,

some watch it from the fence"

I'd rather hear her lullaby again



Oh, memory is a bittersweet post script



All my life has led to this

And every moment after it

And I won't remember shit