Becomings

Sometimes I find that
I'm drifting off slowly.
Left behind in a moment,
but stuck now in the past.
Trying to escape the box we
get stuck in.
I'm not really sure how.
I wonder sometimes
to the far away, the could be's,
and all my wishes that
have never worked out.
I used to wish a while every night but
gave that up to my
long and gone childhood.
Put two of us together and we'd go down
like we are already.
I can't help you anymore.
I
can't
help.
And she's right, she's really right,
but my ears don't wanna hear it.
So I'll tell myself over and over
to shut up.
Just shut up and keep on smiling
and walk forward.
Keep walking with your chin up
even on the days
you are nearly,
almost
dead.