Did I shed everything I was,
Half a life ago,
Or a lifetime from where you can see it?
Is there a code in every breath,
In each discarded fingernail,
That points exactly to where all this started?
What’s the opportunity cost,
Of cataloguing every moment lost,
In the space between decades,
Before they become amorphous blobs?
I’m a one trick pony, I know,
My old elastic brain,
Snaps back always the same,
Something to be said for the familiar,
It’s always sunset, never sunrise,
It sits frozen in time in the mirror,
They said that the definition of insanity’s expecting different results,
Alright, I’m not quite there yet,
But it might be nice oh just this once,
Done my ten thousand hours worrying,
Any day now I will solve everything.