From the time I was a boy
The dream was all I had
Now the sun long set on youth
A cold witness to best years turned to dust
Destined?
Who am I
Without the things that made me?
Bitter eyes say all
Would have could have should have
Still lost
So hard to reconcile
Destined?
Who am I
Without the things that made me?
No more regrets
Another day
A lifetime passing by
Another dream another demise
Looking in the mirror
A shell of self-aggrandized auld lang syne
Has been never was never will
Nowhere nothing fuck-up
Designed simply for the soil
The antagonist in a story no one will remember
Your Destiny is a myth
A concrete marker
A box in the dirt
Nothing more nothing less