December 21, 2019Poem

It might come back to me in other ways.

lossmusicmemoryidentitymortality

It might come back to me in other ways.

I am going to watch a little bit of football. Good night.

Sit with me

Under cover

In the shadow

With your back to the wall

It is safer

Away from the opprobrium

Of social media

They hate a smart arse

Despise a fool

Worship notoriety

When it is glorified

A project in vanity

Until the bubble bursts

Yesterday’s hero

Today will be vilified

Is that what you need

To prove you exist

Is a youtube video

So hard to resist

Or the endorsement

As reinforcement

Of your belief

This life is real

It is not easy

To read the truth

In your face

When it is photoshopped

And released

Into cyberspace

But I know you

Are lost

A little like me

Here in the shadows

Out of the dream

Wait until the music ends

Ask a question

Of yourself

How can we

Let what will be...be.

When we have lost

Who we are

In the pursuit