Is this a scratch or wound

Is this a scratch or wound

Am I close to the bone

Should I scream out loudly

Or just whimper and moan

Trying to find the deep

Nearer to the marrow

Where the World opens wide

Through an entrance narrow 

No longer relevant

No longer relevant

Pop culture doesn’t pop

Failing to stay current

With the cream of the crop

Being viewed as ancient

My time has come and gone

A fossil, a relic

A long forgotten dawn

Always a narcissist

Always a narcissist

With the havoc you wreak

Thinking Life without you

Is hopeless, pointless, bleak

Your love is not given

Unless strings are attached

But look this puppet walks

Once the strings are detached

Always at this corner

Always at this corner

The World is before me

The future is on hold

Patiently and kindly

Waiting for ships to pass

Fulfilling commitments

Before making a turn

Resuming existence

Preparing for the worst

Preparing for the worst

Every gray cloud, a storm

Each pollinating bee

Part of a larger swarm

An expert in ruins

The path taken is cursed

In every direction

And all soap bubbles burst

Where have all the words gone

Where have all the words gone

The tide is out, the moon

Is holding on too long

No sign of a typhoon

Where’s the rich and fertile

Low hangers on the tree

Staring at the barren

The void, the missing sea

All coming to an end

All coming to an end

Mother, father, my aunt

Our aging cat, the day

Unstoppable, a can’t

Generations passing

Days hardly worth noting

Enjoy the nothingness

That’s something worth quoting