Post Script

All my life has led to this And every moment after it So, why can't I commit? Snapshots flicker in my mind A woman signs a lullaby If only I could hear it This is the life As I stand here idly by Afraid to dip my toe into the pool Each moment alone Nearly leaves me comatose, Fatigued by all the things I'll never do The human being is the kingdom's ragged fool Brown dishwater ripples Echoed concentric circles My mirror self distorts Count the rings below my eyes Years and years of compromise The drain gurgles and chokes This is the life Chicago trapped under ice I step outside, enveloped in silence My grandma used to say, this life's a grand parade: some march along, Some watch it from the fence I'd rather hear her lullaby again Oh, memory is a bittersweet post script Ally my life has led to this And every moment after it And I won't remember shit --- Post Script - Tim Kasher