Don’t you dare hang that on me,
even though
it might be what I begged for.
Spent so long
fashioning a noose
from my halo,
but now I’m bored
with the whole idea
of dying.
Virtue has lost its cool,
and the truth has been abused.
We’ve gone insane.
This whole game’s
been playing us for fools.
I’ve never been one
for living by the rules.
Always outside
in the storm,
my hatred kept me warm.
I might have asked for things
that I don’t want
now that I have them.
Played my position
so well,
and got played in kind.
Wish I had more to offer,
than sanguine,
cynical regret.
I’ve got more than this,
I just haven’t found it yet.
Careful what you ask for
in this life,
you just might get it.
Ask and you shall receive.
If you believe it can be had,
you can’t forget it.
You’re gonna walk
some miles
in some shoes
you didn’t think you could afford.
You’re gonna fall
on that new, expensive sword.
No one tells you
what to do
when you get there.
Up here,
it’s wild and exposed.
So tired,
I just want to lay down, now.
But I think
it’s my turn
to build a road.
HG – 2020
