you’ve put in your time.
salted away your skin and soul
for paper and purpose.
you didn’t waste away in vain,
you tell yourself in the bathroom mirror.
you created.
you existed.
you survived and allegedly thrived.
but you still think back to ‘94,
the corner store on fourth,
quarters plinking in the pinball machines,
when you told billy with the lazy eye,
“i’m gonna change the world!”
and you wonder,
even with all the trinkets and trophies,
did you ever really change at all?
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