I write myself a check of a million dollars and live in my mind grand delusions

That's what the self help book told me to do

I help my self

Helped

Fated to perish in penniless obscurity
Fated to live a lonely life of solitude
Fated to struggle powerlessly against their circumstances
Fated to be the end their bloodline
Fated to be forgotten
Fated to be undocumented
Fated to be a statistic
A meaningless fate

Laying next to the rectangular singing plate
It's been 30 minutes, I thought it was 3
Still early
.
I drink my coffee
Nibble on bread
Spray my cologne and feeling fresh
I should have left 30 minutes ago

Laying in bed at 3 in the morn
Pale glow from the lit black mirror
Escaping feelings of stress and disdain
You should have just closed your eyes instead

A new day, always has been
Don't wait for the blue and orange hue
You need rest, silly

Child-like, not childish

Dance,
Curtain calls,
You watch them fall.

Applause,
Whistles and hollering
Rings many sounds,
with your head
                 bowed.

Resounds,
In the hall rebounds,
Echoing cheers,
Your act ends here.