Better To Burn

They never ask where I’m going
Only where I’ve been
And they never ask what it made me
Only that it made something
Maybe they don’t like it, maybe they do
It’s possible to be certain of your direction
All the while utterly confused
Incompetently confident in failure
Without a care in the world
About whether the world even cares
I find solace in being
The darkening galaxy as the backdrop
Of stars being born around me
I’d rather burn out than fade away
But my condition allows me to do neither
Just a miserable state of being too far ahead
And too far behind
All at the same time

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