Happy Birthday to me…
Getting closer to my end I stand
barely scraping the surface of my life
pretentious in my attempts to find glory
as I wore my years with pride,
but dreams after time have dried
and I dwell in the middle of my story
with bloody hands holding the knife
that sliced away everything I am.
Like stars so close and yet so far
the lives around a dwindling light
of memories recalled at night
the ones that left a trace or scar.
And none I’ll take away with me
when death shall come to claim,
none to keep and none to blame
for what it was or couldn’t be.
Like passing clouds across the sky
with time some memories are gone,
the lives that touch me deep inside
like distant stars to them I’m drawn.