Window

I don’t see the point anymore to any of this After all, what’s popular today will be passé in what seems the blink of an eye, a heartbeat even famous faces’ names forgotten in time The young will take their turn getting old waking up one morning to discover themselves considered inconsequential Such a small window each of us has in which to make our mark on the world even for just a moment I went to open mine to find it nailed securely to the sill imprisoning me in this purgatory surrounded by boxes in which I’ve packed away every falsehood I was ever told by those I trusted “The good you do for others will be returned to you threefold” “There’s someone for everyone” “Don’t look for love. It will find you” “Work hard and do your best and you’ll be a success” “Fortune favors the bold” stacked to the ceiling threatening to topple and crush me flat like a cat in the road under a speeding car’s tires The world is awash in liars I wanted so badly to believe that you weren’t one of them too