Your fists will never be enough
Bloodied knuckles and jumbled thoughts
You looked for something and lost yourself
But you were right there, you swear, you were there, standing
Everything’s too fast and you’re too slow now
Not quite old, not quite, just in that dark space inbetween
Where nothing makes much sense
Just one more fight, you think, one more fight and then you’ll rest
But there’s no rest to be had unless you’re dead, so one become two
And two never quite work out, and death seems somehow kinder
What was it they said? All things go, this shall pass too
Still you remain, lonely yet not alone, a hunched shadow
You remember what could have been, who you said you’ll become
But all things go, you know, all things go
13.01.2021