random thoughts (not a poem)
i’ve gotten old and cold and boring and sad,
nothing lights my fire.
i’ll dance, i’ll sing, do any old thing,
but nothing will be seen. it seems
my marks are long, my visions gone.
i’m tired of every old thing.
will there come a time when i see the sign
for what it really reads?
or will life continue to pretend?
getting older is somehow everything,
that i imagined and nothing that i expected.
i used to have such vivid dreams,
there’s nothing now for me to see.
through children’s eyes i now see me,
and it ain’t a pretty thing.
wish it were, hell yeah i do,
but there’s little hope for that.
cuz people, turns out, are unable to change,
i guess i’m living proof of that.
(my hips, they lie
cuz in reality - eh - i’m shy shy shy)*
someday i hope
to feel the sway of music in my bones
but for now it only feels like pain
and remembrance of being alone
* thanks to that talented artist - whose name i can’t remember - for the very lovely lyric i stole :)
