I Wake To Find Myself in a Strange Apartment

I wake to find myself in a strange apartment

Full of my possessions.

I wake in panic over all my life’s problems

And can’t remember one.

I make a list of everything that needs doing

And just like that, it’s done.

The World is starting a brand new revolution

I am too weak to join.

I’m too fat and old to lose myself in romance

Addiction has lost steam.

The leaves are falling now, and the night air is chill

Why have I survived it?

Or is there a limit to the thrills Life can have?

No more saviors.

I haven’t got the strength to race for fame’s rewards

And face it, out of time.

Is that the secret connection that we share?

That we never did relax

But fought when we should have been carelessly laughing

Each day was life or death.

There is an art to being retired at last

Using all that free time

For more than “Look at me!” in Twitter and Facebook.

And being of some use.