Hindsight

I look back to the days of yonder 
and i begin to ponder..
wishing i could travel back to the times of wonder
when everything still seemed new

My needs and worries were few 

Neseseties were provided 

i was pushed along and guided 

small minded 

until i decided to stay quiet 

What a riot 

a deep thinker 

my words no longer linger

stale in the air

frail as a pear

Fucked for not getting there

Where is their?

Where is where?

Topped off at my leisure

cave in to peer pressure

not sure whether

im free or tied to a tether

What should guide me now?

Adopted habits

Dangnabit sober like an abbot

Well wont you say:

I should 

learn to moderate 

fail to conglomerate

sadly there is no one i can nominate

to lead my philosophies 

end in catastrophes

What will be written in my biography?

Sad ending of someone who never was?

Or a man who fought for a just cause?

Painted the Sistine Chapel

Or rot away like an apple

Reviews

[Andy Ruffett]

What are we living for? Do I have a purpose? What's the point? These are questions we ask. But in the end, if we choose to be buried, we may just rot away like an apple. Still, I believe you should show purpose, to what you want to do because we've been put on this word for a reason: to make a difference. So, yes, you may rot away, but rot away with dignity.

Good poem. Looking forward to whatever else you have.