Losing Track Already
If I can only find
Some kind of thought in my mind
I would not be stuck here in my feelings
Left to feel thee ache of pain
And the stress of suspense
If I could only talk to the fish
Would they finally shut up and listen to me?
The more I piss and moan
The more nothing stops what I say
What I'm going thru
Is another birthday
But unlike thee others I've passed
This one's not sinking in
Maybe my identity has already stopped keeping track
I'll be too old to remember how old I am
Sooner than I know it.
As blood thickens in my veins
The cost of my crazy daze
Is puzzling me in amazement
The sharpest bit of spoiled cheddar
Just 'luminates amongst us all
When will will not age?
D. L. Cannon