Waffle

I'm 18 now; soon to be 19,

then I'll be into my 20s,

and then I'll hit my 30s

still wondering how on earth time passed so fast.

One blink 2019, one blink 20,

one rub of the eyes and its 2021.

3 years, 3 blinks,

3 drinks: tears, tears, and tears,

gears turning but already I can feel them starting to rust over.

Flakes come off - fish food for the fish in the sea of failed potential.

Tectonic processes on my forehead making me a plot a sine graph,

Up, down, up, down, just like the life of an average fool,

a man who went to war to treat the wrinkles in his skin,

a dreamer who dreams, dreams, dreams,

then dies and gets carried by the winds in the luminiferous ether.