Re-Run

How much longer will I be here?
This looks familiar.
So does that.

I'm bored to tears
literally.
I'd rather sleep.
I'm doing nothing anyways.

I am busy.
Not getting busy.
I'm not busy enough.

Cemented in one place.
Stuck.
I'm stuck.
I thought I'd be long gone.

Here I am.
Still.
I'm still here
eating everyone's dust.

I've moved,
but the cement has dried.
Goddamnit.
I'm frustrated.
Why am I still here?

Luck only lasts so long.
Was it even there in the first place?
An illusion?

One full year makes all the difference,
but I'm still here
in familiar places
with familiar feelings.
It's all recycled.

At the bottom of this lake
with cement surrounding my feet,
I struggle to breathe.
I want to live.

Goddamnit.

Dodging death isn't so miraculous.

- SJM -