Perhaps

Perhaps, mine, a life too long.

My mind fills with random thoughts

And flashes of the past, rather than,

Dreams in anticipation of the future.

Would it be better that I shouldn’t wake.

I’ve no fear of drifting away in slumber.

Life’s forced choices always having been

For least worst with no option for best.

Opportunities thwarted by the reality

Of ever present controlling circumstance.

Victim, you say?  Nay…I stand survivor.

So clear the mind.  Focus on the now.

Be the bold tiger sprung from the cage

And let the world tremble and be wary

While I yet live.