I see you fade away
One by one
Incrementally over time
Both out of the blue
And as predictable as rain on a
June Sunday morning
I keep looking for order
Patterns
Some underlying logic to hold onto it
While you all let it slip from contented fingers
Or lying hands
Or blind eyes
I don’t know
Maybe there’s a truth there
Perhaps you can now sleep through the night
And wake in the morning full of love
And wonder
So why do I not believe that
Jealousy
Confusion
But I’m the smart one
(so you say)
The failure remains
Of circling around to the start
Looking for tomorrow’s answers
Rather than process the day
I am actually
In
The failure of easy escape
Of the release
And reset
And repeat
The familiar becomes like iron
Weighted and dull
An unseen crowd laughing in the darkness
Waiting to die cannot be the goal
Or perhaps too much truth is just uncomfortable
For most people
So I remain the last of the fools
Holding onto fire and grinning through the pain
Through the fact I know
The imbalance is the one thing keeping my legs under me
Keeping the wheels spinning
The brain firing
The foolish heart breaking
Every
Single
Day
It is a disappointment
A mockery
A bad joke
To be the last one standing
I thought they were all smarter than that.