I think that it’s finally time to admit
I have played in a pantomime
I must remit.
Wear the mask and read the lines faithfully,
But do not let go gracefully;
It doesn’t matter
Anyway since I haven’t learned how.
I think that it’s finally time to stop here
At the edge of my dreams sublime
That disappear.
I grasped so desperately, and yet, they slipped.
And now, bereft, grim, and tight-lipped,
I cannot hold on.
I think that it’s finally time to go home.
No longer will I sigh these rhymes
Or half-lost roam
Through fitful gloaming of days turned sour
Or nights spent counting every hour,
Always waiting,
Wondering why and where I am going.
I know that it is time itself that conspires
To turn the wheel and pass my prime,
But I tire.
Knowing this has not changed how I see life
Nor has it calmed my internal strife;
I know it’s time.
