(Discombobulated on my birthday) Beyond yearning Is the bedrock The binary state of yes Or no Birthdays are complicated Thirty-six-years of poor decisions Lead to this one being alone It didn’t have to be alone I chose as I always have Morning sadness Evening peace Will I ever get used To reruns on tv as the main dish? Don’t know and don’t care - The world Is on its way to ending The final judgement will show us how the coin lands Though we flipped and caught it in our palm The judgment is not hours to make We are everything and nothing The plot The extras The victims And the persecutors But we are not one thing, that is the judge It’s in the air All we can can is…. Hold out our hand in expectation To catch the coin And let our name be called To whichever It may be Eternal salvation Or eternal damnation A billion choices …but all roads lead to Rome.