A Poem: Wasted Nights and Last Rites
I'm good as long as I can see the stars.
Up there you'll find my memoirs.
Countless stories you can't fit in railcars.
Let's live immortal.
A life barely normal.
I'm just being thoughtful.
We can fly over any hurdle.
I just want to do this life loud and unafraid.
Nothing about me is man-made so I don't have to put up a charade.
If I fail, I'll just try again like I'm in an arcade.
I'm 25 and there are times I feel so alive.
I dive in with everything I got cause I want to thrive.
I'm just a kid living for today.
Tomorrow will be yesterday anyway.
Stay with me and maybe it will feel like a day with the Scooby gang.
Don't worry, this isn't Hemingway.
Soft sand between my toes.
Makes me think I suppose.
Past and present and future juxtapose.
Nevertheless I remain in repose.
Age can be outrun one day at a time.
Looking up has always benefitted me in the long run.
Doesn't it sound fun?
My shadow can be as rare as the brilliance of the midnight sun. In the end I will have won. Don't waste the nights. Relive the highlights. Time has no price. Reach for the heights. These are your last rites.
[Inspired by the song: Wasted Nights by ONE OK ROCK]