As I get older, I notice things…
grey hairs, in my young head?
teenagers, stupid teenagers, thinking they are smart
When do they become intelligent?
The past is filled with memories
but those thoughts quickly fade into nothing
they are nothing
Neurons that grow old and forget.
One day, I won’t know who I am
did I ever?
Fate, has conspired to give me what I want
but I can’t claim the past
It doesn’t belong to anyone
not even, historians
who are wasting the present
thinking about time.
People I knew, have died
I walk, into the century
making acquaintances, like ships that pass in the night.
We follow the same stars
but do we belong to the same humanity?
War, would contradict that
Relatives get old—and I wonder who they were
and not just, that they liked mustard.
aren’t a map
to their soul.
People get old
and what we have
because we started
with the same
lose, lose, lose
Where is love?
a winner, is a forgotten thing
because we don’t have
That is the twinkle of time—
the laughter in the eyes of the universe.