It has been a while since I have done this.
From my early youthful depression,
to my recent form of, I don't know what you call it.
From where we grew up,
to the place where we now reside.
So many people, such faces, never seeing the same twice,
other than that occasional coincidence.
What a small world, we will always say.
So small indeed.
Short in its breath.
Long in its pauses.
Life,
you are so cruel.
How can you not see it?
I will tell you that I believe myself to be quite optimistic.
Trying to find the same page...
One day it is all going to be over and the ones standing behind us
will tell us to move over!
Who's keeping score?
Absolutely no one.
I'll finish your plate clean!
Or someone else will.
The more I accomplish,
the more attached to life I become.
In result,
I wonder.
About these memories.
Even now they seem to flicker into nonexistence.
A story perhaps!
A man today, working. He was searching for a table on to which a burger needed to be placed.
Clueless, in circles almost,
wondering where to go.
"Hey! There were people that were sitting here that moved to the other side!"
I said through the loud music,
trying to be helpful.
"Yeah I know, I work here."
Said he,
in response.
I was livid!
I couldn't let it go...
I felt myself plotting some sort of revenge,
hand him your empty glass
"Excuse me, do YOU work here?"
Yet the night expired, I didn't make it on time.
Next time I'll get it right.
Next time I'll get it right.
