Oblivion

Today, again, like the day before
I stand before the aftermath of
my forgotten days. After this,
tomorrow again, I will stand,
Lose the weight of everyday over
and again, over some minutes of
staring at myself long enough to see
nothing of yesterday, nothing of tomorrow,
nothing of now, just me
some immature acne, and these quaint
eyes. Levitating, with my praise
chorus in the background, and my
most preferred colour of the sky
hanging above. And that is enough
to let it all go.

LARDO