Author: tabarnhart

life is hard enough
without the need
to start over
every damn day.
i wake, tired….

you are asking a lot
to ask me to
care about others
when so few other
care about me.

i keep hoping to find
that secret crime
locked inside my head,
that heinous act
committed against me….

some people can afford
for life to be unfair.
literally.
i cannot.
i cannot pull out….

you pick your god,
and i’ll deny mine,
and the other 7 billion
lost and hopeless
will do as they choose….

i have to admit
although i was
genius enough
to invent
a time machine….

“i have never been free
to live my life!”
sounds like the kind of
hyperbolic nonsense
an angsty seventeen-year-old….

when they said
i was too old,
that i was
useless & uncool
and no longer….

i still want my life
to mean something
in a way
that relieves me
of responsibility….

have you ever wondered
what it would be like
to be the world’s greatest
living human being
who ever lived?