Do you remember?
When we talked about the future, like we had any idea of what was to come?
When the days seemed to never end?
Like time slowed down
Do you remember?
When we thought it would all end up alright
Me something professional, you something creative
Like we had any control in the matter
Do you remember?
It was so long ago, so I doubt you do
But I do
Like it was just yesterday…
Measure up, they say
“Be like the others,
it’s not that hard”
But I see the others
And they’re dying as much as I am, heart, body and soul
Measure up, they say
To the ones who work now, relax later
To the ones who we have lost, long ago
Work and die now,
be dead later
Measure up, they say
When the cup has no bottom
and each accomplishment,
each success
falls into the void
Measure up, t
Having thoughts not my own
Having doubts not my own
Having opinions not my own
Having experiences not my own
Every day not my own
Every second not my own
It started as a moment,
a moment of weakness
Moments turned days,
and days turned weeks,
and weeks turned months,
and months turned years
Now noting is my own,
only a copy of someone else
A whole life lived,
but was it my own?
January brings hope,
false but there,
for a new self, new life, new world
February sees continuation,
lessening, but existent
Only time will tell if it is persistent
March tests dedication,
as it flickers and wanes
fighting along with the other pains
April heralds the news of change
For better or worse,
you escape the curse
May is spent pondering,
reflecting on the time gone by
Was i