I think I’m finally old. I’m not sure though, I’ve never been old before. How do you know when you’re old and not just getting older? I was young last year or so I thought but now I’m ‘old’. Am I counting down to an end; instead of up to a tomorrow?
If I knew what I wanted I would go for it.
I’d make plans, I would go to the shops and buy many coloured pens and lined paper.
I would write out the plan and cross out words and circle others
And when I’ve finished I would look at it and smile.
Then I would type it up and put in bullet points with an image from the net.
If I knew what I wanted.
I need to find something to want. I’m running out of tomorrows.
Maybe I could do the list thing. You know, write out a random list of words about the
future. Kids, travel, money, wisdom…her.
Rub your hands, grimace and cackle
Holed up in your dingy, ramshackle
Flat, flicking through channels
Looking at the world’s problems and which ones you’re going to tackle
Tomorrow, or the day after, next week at the latest.
Things are getting real and this is no beta test
And I know, I could… Oooh, Shiny!
That solution, I almost had, was the best.
The theory of relativity
Affected us positively
But still can not relate to
Or quantify the teeny tiny.
He was known for his liberality
A way with words, his verbosity
Was a cloud he hid behind
Illuminating, just a technicality.