Don’t want to live it again,
make the same breathless
mistakes in the same wide-
eyed way; can’t say I wont
do it over either ‘cause I
naturally function that way.
There in the corner stands an
illusion of a brighter, smarter
mannequin of me, half concealed
in a shadow of regret; won’t
ever get out to play, won’t
never be lent such a chance.
Ain’t worth pondering the
who’s and the how’s and
the wherefore’s of why, the
answer is easy, can’t risk being
shown up for the dunce I am
by that glossier version of me…
© 2007-02-17, I.D. Carswell
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