A loser’s guide to fading

It’s so easy, easy as hell

To just disappear,

All you have to do

Is just keep being you

Year after grueling year

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If you’ll listen I will tell

How there will soon come a day

When your old age begins

And your wrinkles set in,

And your tired bones can no longer play

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It may sound grim but there’s even a smell

When your light begins to fade

As you pass your peek

You will begin to reek

Of the promises to self you shouldn’t have made

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You may hope that you’re still good and well

But your muscles are weaker

Your brain’s slowing down

Your libido may frown

And yet… there’s still something bleaker

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As you age you won’t hear so well

You’ll linger on this earth,

But your eyes will pale

And your senses will fail

And your pleasures will feel blander than dirt

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You’ll always need to sit and rest for a spell

When exhausted becomes your new norm one day

Perhaps not tomorrow, but you’re right on the brink

Of letting go your dreams, so don’t you dare blink!

Cause once it’s truly there, fatigue always gets in the way

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But there will be an ever greater loss, that can never be quelled

It won’t be to your tired senses

And it won’t be physical

And it will not be mental

It will be all of the crushing absences

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And this here, is the truest and deepest hell

For every year that you survive

The cold probability grows

Of final goodbyes to someone you know

Even if that someone may still be alive

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Yes, there will come a day when your memories are a shell

Of the relationships that paid the cost

Of fights and of wasted breath

Of moving away and even of Death

Or maybe the simple drift of phone numbers lost

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And if you lose too many friends and lovers, you will be imprisoned in your self as a cell

You may wander out to try and make a few more

But you’ll find you’re out of practice

And you’re no longer attractive

And every hello is just another closed door

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These are not kind thoughts on which to dwell

But as you gray you will see them true

To the world you’ll be just one more invisible guy

Or another woman, with rheumy, old eyes

And the stranger, and the loner— they will finally be you

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You may now be too young to welcome your own funeral bell

But if you live long enough you’ll eventually be ready to die

It’s not to be morbid and it’s not to be dark

But the reality here is simply quite stark

To age is to grow ever more alone, until your final goodbye

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Author’s note:

Sorry :(

Also, here’s the music I had stuck in my head while I wrote:

“People are Strange” by the Doors