Life Update?

You wanted a life update, well here I am.

Up late wondering, pondering, what makes a man.

Get up twice as early, bleary frosted sun,

A tik-tok silence stuck in the head, you know, it means more to some.

No of-age drama, oh wait, perhaps that was the glance.

Will I make it past seventeen, or leave it up to chance?

Poster papers, meanings fade, shows mean less to me than ever.

Is this a sign from somewhere feral, have I crossed a line,
touched a lever?

I’ve been more out of it than normal,

Perhaps that means I’m getting warmer.

Hot and cold, feinting games.

Self diagnosis contains too many names,

Only belonging to the desperate,

I ask, how did they gain their respites?

I touched your hand and felt no static.

I suppose it works out, I’ve had enough of that in the attic.

My haunting apparitions sit in corners,

Are they there? Are they here? Are they simply false mourners?

All is relative,

All is sedative.

Is all I do simply, glaringly, untrue?

Who do we become after roaring blue?