pass me another cliché, please
I'll spread it upon this bread
and eat until I can't any more
because I want the story of my life
to be every story you can find
already written down, but not
yet lived in its totality
but perhaps not all of them
the beauty is that the representation
of this living territory
couldn't predict the way in which
I'll fear death
and the end of these narrative threadboxes
so the waiting is not so bad
because it won't appear to be
looking back
when I'm peering around
the next corner
Roman Ryan 