Older now
Commonplace pain
Doesn’t go away
See no way out
Of reality
Colored gray
Every day
Just a redo
Of the last
Except now
It just costs more
Repeating the past
While insisting
I work
For a future
Precarious
Wary this rigmarole
More multifarious
Than its vicariously
Living god
Has implanted
More various paths
Than the time we’ve been granted
Could possibly tread
In its dread disposition
Just hopes
The one chosen
Leads not to
Remission