Stuck in the past,
feeling old.
Seems like I've wasted all my youth
on things that I've never finished.
Feeling late
for everything that is worth
and early
for the only thing that is certain.
Dropped the ball
just as things was about to go right.
If things are never going to have a chance to be right again,
then what's left?
The fact that I am alive is,
per se,
better than expected,
but it is no more than that.
I am alive, and that is all.
That is all.