Altschmerz

[greenchild]

There's no where to go,
the old places will find you wherever you hide,
you're a lost little boy in the tethers of time,
you're a drunk drowning in fresh air

There's no one to be,
you've exhausted all possible personas
except the mask you refuse to wear,
you're a fool masquerading as a poet
you're easy prey trapped in a snare

There's no options left except giving up the rest,
you'll learn when it's long past too late,
you'll begin again half into the end,
when you're tired enough of
drawing circles in the sand.