He told me once,
at seventeen,
in my parents' attic,
that he would be a star,
remake the world
in his own image,
forge his life
by his own hand
with his own tools.
It would all happen,
he assured me,
through his own will
and determination.
Other people
were unnecessary;
fate, destiny, karma
and bad luck
only existed
in the heads
of losers,
not for him.
He was exempt.
Nothing could stop him.
He declared
himself
invincible,
(he had been reading
Ayn Rand)
and smiled
patronizingly
at my own
pathetic hippie
lack of ambition.
Now,
forty years gone,
divorced, broke
and unemployed,
he bums a cigarette
and whines
about the economy.
Apparently
the world
had other plans.
- mce
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
He told me once,
at seventeen,
in my parents' attic,
that he would be a star,
remake the world
in his own image,
forge his life
by his own hand
with his own tools.
It would all happen,
he assured me,
through his own will
and determination.
Other people
were unnecessary;
fate, destiny, karma
and bad luck
only existed
in the heads
of losers,
not for him.
He was exempt.
Nothing could stop him.
He declared
himself
invincible,
(he had been reading
Ayn Rand)
and smiled
patronizingly
at my own
pathetic hippie
lack of ambition.
Now,
forty years gone,
divorced, broke
and unemployed,
he bums a cigarette
and whines
about the economy.
Apparently
the world
had other plans.
- mce
