true story

a glimpse in the mirror
how did we get so old?
has it really come to this?
shitting our pants and playing
with the sheets?

countless hours wondering where
and whether I will go - don't know

just don't know.

I never thought you would call me
a schmuck,
never thought you would turn away from me
and scowl,
lumping me in with the others
to show me, your ass ...

would have done it too
considered everything
a conspiracy

now my destiny fingers the bars
of a prison
that need not be imagined

I live it

my destiny now fingers the rotten crotch
of a person
that no longer knows it

wondering whether

the wind will carry
this pain
as the wind blows