Spent myself at the wishing well
A nickle at a time
Endless descent
Endless run on rhymes
Endless eyes flitting past
Flickers of light
Endless shadows cast
Falling into night
Never catching sight of the bottom
Ambitions, like wishes
Rust away in darkened waters
Expectations low
Just as I hold my head
Empty hands in fists
Never held outstretched
Circumstance
Guiding every step
Perceived and played a fool
Pretending that I am
Vacant
Mistaken
Expectations low
I know that some things aren’t for changing
Though I’m here in spirit, my body has decayed
Consumed by my indifference toward my squalid state
Every joint aches, pains so damned persistent
Been so long since I tried
I no longer know my limits
Time is finite
Relativity can attest
It only slips away
Yes, time is only spent
Unlike the serpent, Money
You can earn that back
But it isn’t worth your time
Nothing is, at that
Perhaps I’m coming into focus?
I’ve never felt so clear, though lacking any purpose
Simple things bring greater joy
Complexity makes poor toys
Most boys tend to think this way
Best suited for some idle play
I’d much sooner test my brain
Something more ornate to gain
Tame creatures with a wild side
On the edge with open eyes
Trying to relate…
Something more dynamic
I don’t like the static games
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