Sidelines

I feel regret for an era I never entered.

Depression is the zeitgeist, patience my better mentor.

If I said I wasn’t happy I’d be lying,

Because it’s good to be alive,

good to say goodbye,

good to nevermind

the ways that I could die.

Watching the times go by behind glass mime-like,

my silent rhymes grind from a mind on sidelines.

Is it better to be off-kilter or self-centered?

Guess it doesn’t matter, won’t be filtered or self-censored.