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.