You are not guaranteed much time
Just fifteen minutes of fame
Then you’re left to wonder who’s to blame
Was it cupid with his poor aim?
Or your higher self of shame?
Abandoned like a high mileage jalopy on the side
Of a desolate road late into the night as all nights
Tend to be as empty as the beginning of a journey
Leaving it all behind, you wander worn like a favorite
Overcoat with patches hanging by the threads
It’s all the same in the night, you know there isn’t much time
Those fifteen minuets fade and the dawn rises
To slay the night and with newborn eyes you see
There’s no one left to blame
Not even yourself
© Joseph Olsen