Hindsight 2021

Call me a mountain
of names
and
I’ll bury them
under the hole in the space
where I fit
everything else
in.
Can’t sort it out,
I’m too old
at this point of the game,
I'm too late in the inning.
Never you mind the things that we did,
because that person
you knew is
no longer
living.
Was it you that I knew
or someone else
that I continued
to constantly
burden
myself
with?
When do things start
to go the right way?
Why are we born
to constantly worry?
What the fuck did I do
to feel like
shit
constantly?
If I’m ever gonna do anything with my life,
I’d better hurry.

And there it goes.
I knew it.
I knew this wouldn’t
Make a difference anyway.
Oh, the terrible
fucking things
we say.