Stop Fighting

The moment
now its gone
I’ve watched it pass away
so nonchalantly
Always waiting for another day.
Am I supposed to feel something?
what am i supposed to say, does it matter any way?
its all so cliche…
There is me and all the things the worlds told me to be, not the same thing.
So suggestive and fleeting…
Why am I fighting ?
I was One-Two-Thirty Six
It happened so quick,
Did I miss it
or is this it?