life’s just a point
and by this point
you should’ve had
everything covered.
your head,
your toes,
and who’s in your bed,
the way you like your toast,
and your ticket to heaven.
but fear not, my friend,
as life’s not always black and white,
and you’re allowed to run,
and smile,
and laugh just for a while.
you’re still allowed to find yourself,
outside of who you’re sleeping with,
and you’re allowed to skip the line
of having kids and grandkids and whatnot.
you’re still allowed to find yourself
at forty, even fifty,
and you’re allowed to be yourself,
even when you’re numpty.
life’s just a circle,
and you’re the point,
and at this point,
just be yourself.
no one else will.