About Face

I'm starting to feel the skin sag on my face That's not a good sign My eyes much heavier than they used to be The weight of troubled years Burdened in my joints This feeling of pulling away Like muscle from the bone Not willing to commit to this Final thrust of life I am tired Tired of this great Pretending The wounds inflicted day by day Do matter We wage such petty wars And only succeed in defeating ourselves I'm ready to leave the battlefield Put me on a stretcher Bandage over my eyes This place you call ambition and glory This poppied cock of meaning Is a wasteland Nothing more. ~ Laurence Overmire