My considered successes Are not listed on my resume No need to speak of my failures I’m acutely aware of them Expect withdrawal From people, places and things Time has no concern As to when or why It clipped your wings The intrinsic value of the spirit Is measured by its reverberations Buried in the shadows A bit of bitter love remains First and foremost One size does not fit all Natural perversions Will spring From opinion outbursts That is to say We could walk around Watching the tattooed clowns Addicted to their phones I’d rather stay home Free from the world Talk of how it used to be Or plan for a future We can no longer see