another mark.

hang on as you slowly exit this space,
the moments you’re waiting for are coming.
there’s no time or need for saving face
cause everyone’s soon to be forgetting.

become another mark anonymous,
no memory of who you used to be-
fallen ever deeper into chaos
till consciousness becomes tired and cloudy.

how does one choose to finally decide,
to go out there into the world and live,
confident in one’s position and side,
taking advantage of what one can give?

because in the end nothing really matters,
and you, well you do not even matter.

10.26.05.