Still driving for the cab company.
Late fall
Trees dropping clothing as I watch with covered eyes
My mind feels like Cobwebbed things forgotten in murk
My soul just a lump of numbness.
I always say ‘it’s time for a change’
‘I need to get back to...’
‘Time to step into..’
I’ve done so much.
Younger years saw so much sunshine and I seem to be stuck there.
Lusting to achieve greatness comparable.
When there’s nothing comparable.
There is only now.
And there is only here.
There are differences. There is no comparison
So then, unknown... what now?
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