I
as a martyr
growing tired
reflecting life
ask, "was I right?"
"did I do it right?"
"did it matter?"
Life,
Comes as she wills
I make walls
Build them high,
Build them strong,
yet she still comes
my eyes close
like before a punch
telling myself,
"you have control"
but life comes as she wills
recognize
enjoy
reflect,
reflection ends
Toss the cigarette to the ground
and underfoot
it dies and I move on
