Why trouble yourself?
It will just be over and you will say:
Was it worth it?
Any of it?
The memories will not even be enough
To keep you aloft.
They will be muddled and dim,
Because what else is there to do?
There is a drill in my head now
And I can’t escape it.
Oh, it stopped.
Oh,it started again.
What next? a telephone call from hell?
I am tired of talking to robots.
I am weary of playing the clown.
I can’t help you.
You can’t help me.
And yet…and yet
What else will there be?