Day In Day Out

Day in, day out,

just another day,

nothing to get excited about

unless you count diminishing returns

a slow death that takes a lifetime 

however long that is no telling.

The older I get the more the writing

seems like notes passed in grade school 

just to get around the teacher.

The longer I live the less I care about

making a good impression.

The long and boring denouement.

The third act when everything has

already been decided and worked out.

Colonel Kurt’s death you could say was

a climax, but you could see it coming,

somewhat anti climactic really, but the

beat went on as bloody Willard who still

had to live the rest of his life with what

he had done, 

anti hero if there ever was one.

I wonder if I’ll even see the hidden truth

of my world that has been filled with lies

since before I was born before I’m gone.

If not it’s ok, I know anyway, there are

enough rumors floating around that 

outline a grim reality even history tries

to hide.

Look alive and be quick about it,

gather the rosebuds while you may,

Carpe diem is all the time you have.

A degree is only a matter of degrees.

Love is real if you’re not a psychopath.

Truth is beautiful if you can see it that way.

The little voices in your head only are a fog.

Getting from A to B is a lost cause because

no one really gets anywhere else not right here.

If you can get here, you’d be home by now,

where the heart is, where you started from

and lost along the way, if so.

Square one was never as important as it is now.

Get back, Jo Jo, to where you once belonged.

Repetition is how we learn.