I am a modern man.
I exceed expectation, I give a good God damn!
I am an honest man.
I love my wife and children, I love my nine to five.
I am not losing it…
I thrive in knowing that I can always be replaced.
My suit it barely fits!
I've swelled and sweated through it, that sweet smell of success!
You were in pieces on the side of the road.
I stopped to put you back together, I collected all your bones
and all the muscle not picked apart by vultures.
You are the added weight I carry on my back.
Your blood pulled down by gravity and pooling in my pack.
The pool has sprung a leak and bonded with my sweat.
You are a sticky mass decaying in the heat.
I'd like to stop and let time run its course and let the insects eat.
But I am older now and have no where to be.
Given purpose I could flourish once again.
Alas I cannot seem to put you back together or in place.
I am not the man I thought I'd grow to be!