Maturation

Every year a little balder

A little fatter, a little wiser

 

Four years ago to the day

I stared into the void and

Realized, “Wait,

I don’t have to do this.

I can turn around,

Go home, go where

People love me”

 

And now, four years later

There’s no realization

Just remembrance

Just, “Oh, right!

That’s still an option!”

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