Mistaken Identity

Wistfully in the night mist I muse

Hearkening in the bleakness

What would I be remembered for, if at all

Here lies the light of our lives or ding dong the witch is dead

A feisty introvert strong as a lion or a show-pony gentle as a bluebird

Heaven sent yet hell bound

These are my wondrous thoughts

Damn near 27 still speculating when to break even

Soon I’ll be an aging relic

avoiding death by catching re-runs of 1000 ways to die

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