transprodigalson

a poem? a vent? a hello? or a goodbye?

\"Where do you see yourself in 10 years?\" 
And isn\'t that the golden question; 
The question I\'ve heard all my life - 
The question about life asked in life. 

 

It\'s an irony I can\'t explain;
A joke with no laughs made,
It\'s funny when you know - 
You know that you\'ve decayed. 

 

It\'s a line of staying alive, 
But I can\'t make it this time; 
It\'s all been too much - 
It\'s going by in a rush. 

 

And if I don\'t brush my hair,
That\'s my sign of not having a care - 
A care about you or me,
Or about the world I haven\'t seen.

 

And don\'t waste your tears crying;
I never wanted you to see me dying.