(Discombobulated on my birthday)
(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.
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