Consumed by redundant images on a screen
My existence has become monotonous.
No longer am I excited to live –
Ready to forge my own path,
I’ve succumb to the bowels of reality.
I have decided to become a
“Space-filler”
A term I coined in college for
People who brought no value to
My parties.
Thirty Five years living a dream
Of greatness –
Leaving a mark of community service
Void. I was certain I’d be better.
I was certain I’d be greater.
A leader amongst boys; only
To have stagnated with an adolescents’ esteem
“THE WORLD IS YOUR OYSTER!” they’d say,
And I believed. But action was absent
Too concerned with being the class clown.
SM
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