Count me in or count me out but begin by getting it right

twenty thousand or so dawns ago
I entered into this contract
unwillingly,
willingly or not
got counted in and cast out since to
wander far
to wonder what for
to wish that signature on a distant star belonged to me


courting fantasy though
not fancy free
I try to be
the better or at least the
better part of me.



In the cemetery
which is where it will end,
the place where they send you
when you're through with it all
is where the distant star will fall
into my lap

and I'll realise then
that it's not all that
it's supposed to be

I suppose it's quite like

the better part of the
better me

always so far away.