one ponderance,

maybe I should have never come here...
when milestones are thrown into short parties
pushing guests to savour an ideology

maybe it is easier to get in there
****** a hand that rules the dice
til you gush innermost a cruel and malcontent way

maybe if this vessel weren't so worn
I could be someone else for thirty-five years
until each thumb snaps upon wellbeing's road

they are here,
with a lost verse filling the background
drinks are passed around a well of fears

maybe can only become, maybe
a stealth ventriloquist has stolen every name
speech predicament is all in all's vain

maybe,
repetition has rubbed off
another forlorn scar for tomorrow's work.