Exit Stage Life

 

This bothers me now.

I’m not looking forward anymore.

The past is all I have.

I just lived, moved on,

Never thought to dwell.

 

I need to clean up the mess.

Don’t want loose ends.

No doubt what my body is saying.

Time is such a deceitful enemy, having danced and skipped freely until squeezing my existence away.

 

Avoidance floods an aged mind with conundrums.

Memories float in and wash

away the burning need to act,

even knowing my presence will soon evaporate.

 

But can I put it all aside,

make a list to do one thing?

Will any system work or do

we all succumb leaving 

so many cards on the table?

 

Make a difference for whom?

Bring hope and hope it helps.

Platitudes blanket the cold.

Dragging humanity from the regression we witnessed,

to accomplish what?

 

Is one little thing the answer

or has this been a huge investment dead cat bounce?

And royalty achieves no more

as fanfare fades with a rattle.

 

The zen master may be right.

A thought exists not a life.

So many atoms and cells

smaller and greater than all,

show eternity defines magnitude .

 

Can I end like this unknowing

if we begin and finish alone?

This was never true, as logic

requires walking back everything newly understood.

 

Reality screams. My life is not my own, and my selfish visions are blocking the light.

Be brave, walk upright, and cast your shadow for all others who have seen you.