Intention

It’s that time again

When you don’t know

Who you are and where you are

Looking in the mirror

Closing your eyes

Knowing that when you open them

It will come as no surprise

That yes, you are old

And you feel the cold

That’s the inconvenience

Of growing old

It’s that time again

When you count the friends you have

And you’re lucky if its less than two

And you ask what went wrong

And ask if yourself if your lucky

To be living on earth so long

It’s like winning a prize

To be opening your eyes

To an empty room

But you’re still alive

Whether you like or not.

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