It was as if someone had pressed ‘mute’
On the universal remote that ran his life
Mouths opened and closed
Quiet birds in the trees
Even the kids and the bees
Not even his footsteps made noise

He trudged along in silent wonder
Hearing only the rapid thunder
Of his beating heart
As it rattled his ribs

His thoughts turned to cynical
As he worried he’d reached the pinnacle
Of his dreary, lonesome life;
In rushed the regrets

Was this all life had to offer?
Someone played prince while he played pauper
And not in the material sense;
He lacked luster

He gazed confused
At the watch he used
To count away his days
And he promptly removed it

With one good toss
It was lost
In amongst the trees
With the singing birds and bees