I’m not sure if it’s just me, but growing old is weird!

END GAMES
by: Rob Paquin

Here within the threads of life
As the world spins out its webs
I sit and think within the silence
Trapped inside the empty bed

With all these thoughts spinning round
Things I’d like to just say plainly
But there’s no one I know that I can talk to
And no one left that can clearly hear me

So here I stand within my own indecision
With one hundred decisions left into be made
I no longer trust myself to save me
As I step towards a pit that may be my grave.

~ THE SNOWDOG