Forty-five minutes to nowhere

Maybe then I’ll feel like an adult

I could have sworn that I don’t live here

How did I become part of this cult?

 

Did Santa come?

Quiet! O.J.’s on the TV again!

Just another eight miles to run

Then we’ll be allowed back in the pen

 

It’s constantly something

Sometimes nothing, or you forget

Will I win this time for losing?

I already know it’s something I’ll regret

 

The sun is hidden like a pot of gold

The snow melts before we run outside

I’m losing grip at thirty-one years old

Last week I could have happily died

 

Sit up straight, be poised for this interview

Let it out, fall apart at this funeral

Should every day feel like an interlude?

Don’t you think this house looks more rural?

 

It’s constantly something

Sometimes nothing, or you forget

Will I lose this time for winning?

Why would I ever possibly regret?

 

It’s my birthday and again I’m sick

He’s not even funny so why am I laughing?

There’s no turning back once you pick

At this line I feel like this poem is crashing

 

You know it happens, it’ll happen again

But in between the shit lies passion

Gorgeous souls with a call to action

Truth be told, I need a napkin

 

It’s constantly something

Sometimes nothing, or you forget

Will I hate this time for loving?

I didn’t know this could ever lead to regret

 

I can survive this family holiday

How is this stranger so selflessly kind?

The sample’s compromised, throw it all away

We’re digital immigrants to this hive-mind

 

Sprung, spring has. I smell her everywhere

Have you ever applauded whilst lying down?

The fun of dreams had takes the breath of every stare

Dark is any road leading away from this town

 

It’s constantly something

Sometimes nothing, or you forget

Will I love this time for hating?

Shall we live to never fear regret