A rock to the head
The flash of white
A percentage of epiphany
Something you know
always knew
A corner bitten off
The dawning of the first
Real
Morning of your life
So what are you
On the train
Walking to the job
All smiles and fakery
No hate or love
Just
Just…
You know
You always did
To live inbetween
Happy and nervous but still
Home
Neither here nor there
But now
Locked into this role
A post holding up
The weakest links
The man above
The ones below
Really who gives enough
Of a fuck
So here we are but
For how long
How long before we can bring it all
Crashing down
We are well versed in that
Bring it to me and I can kill it
Not a night’s sleep lost
So what are you
Now
Today
Tomorrow
When you’re awaken at 60
And how do you make it so
All those around you
Those for whom you truly care
Will even remember
What you were
After you’re finally
Gone?