Post Script
All my life has led to this
And every moment after it
So, why can't I commit?

Snapshots flicker in my mind;
A woman sings a lullaby
If only I could hear it

This is the life;
As I stand here idly by
Afraid to dip my toe into the pool
Each moment alone
Nearly leaves me comatose,
Fatigued by all the things I'll never do

The human being is the kingdom's ragged fool

Brown dishwater ripples
Echoed concentric circles
My mirror self distorts
Count the rings below my eyes
Years and years of compromise
The drain gurgles and chokes

This is the life;
Chicago trapped under ice
I step outside, enveloped in silence
My Grandma used to say,
"This life's a grand parade: some march along,
some watch it from the fence"
I'd rather hear her lullaby again

Oh, memory is a bittersweet post script

All my life has led to this
And every moment after it
And I won't remember shit