my second mid life crisis

the furrowed brow
the girls, so deliciously unavailable
held back, two hands
my own
i want to be something
for everyone
leaving nothing for myself
this line i write darker
walking home, so late at night
everything so, so still
i can't write like i used to
something is wrong
something has changed
so i'm not who i used to be
so i'll walk out in the rain
find some answers
at least i'll be clean
at least i'm still breathing
at least i'm still alone
there is nothing right now that can
help me
i am lost in my world
a crowd gathers to watch.

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