I am disappearing,
Fading into quantum theories;
I’ve got a time travel problem
And astronomical burns.
Surely I am flying,
But clearly I am dying.
I will never pass
this test with colors flying.
I don't believe you most the time,
My goblet tips and spills the wine,
The sun god rises, but not for I.
You are the world, I am a swine.
Every bridge of mine has burned,
This is the point of no return -
The court has met and has adjourned,
But I am unconcerned.
Copyright © Philip James Tyler | Year Posted 2016
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