The timeline is complicated
But unforgivingly straight
Before the night We shine
We burn
I’m bright, I know
I have letters to prove
To me, at least.
But Perhaps this fire this inner flash
This drive these files this splash
Are my last gasp
My battle cry
Before I start to fade.
I’ll rage against the downwards force
Oppose it with my will
I’ll go down fighting
But I know
I’m going downwards still.
I see it clearly now and then
I catch a glimpse of truth
And I ignore it
And push on
There’s f2%k all else to do.
I very much understand what you’re saying here. I’ve felt like that a lot over the last few years. Burning bright, scarily too bright, caught up in the adrenaline, fizzing upwards until you fixxle out, burn out, crash out, crash down… only to pick yourself up and get back up and out there because tomorrow is overrated when you have Parkinson’s.
I’m sorry I’ve been so quiet for so long….how are you?
And forgetting to copy edit your own comments 😦 What a fixxle!! I meant fizzle, of course.