Fleeting: The Final Act
Looking back now, staring long and hard into the Abyss I have become,
Forever lost in a 24 hour loop of Midnight,
I see it all clearly now, how Life’s tilt drew me close to the edge,
“Do they hear me?… Do they see me? Jumping off this ledge”
Cowering in a corner, Behind these black walls, slipping away
Will mama notice?, I have cleaned out my room so she doesn’t have to when I’m gone.
The loneliness, now irresistibly attractive.
I think of the wise King Solomon,
Far beyond the wisdom of man, far beneath the wisdom of God.
And all that wisdom summed into three words: “All is vanity”,
There are no truer truths than the blank spaces of emptiness in between those words.
So let the universe be theatre, may she witness this final act
I bid mirrors and shadows farewell, they listen, they understand, they are my friends,
One final bow and I draw a close, to this mime act called life.
A fleeting tragic satire, parody, of master and puppet
The voices in my head get louder and louder
I am as a puppet on life’s strings, dangled endlessly, tirelessly,
my screams of agony are muffled in feathered pillows,
In an instant I cut loose these strings!
The show is over.
I see crowds disperse; as the master prepares my replacement,
for the first time, in that moment, I am free.
sprawled on the stage, tired, worn out, Lifeless, I am free.
One last breath to see the stars, high in the sky, mighty and vast
I bask now in their afterglow,
Fleeting, softly, gently so.
