I wonder what will be
The screenplay of life and me

Lowly on the bed of death alone
What cinematography will take me home?

Shall I see a gurney with cold, cold wheels
At the malleable age of three?
A lonely walk home from middle school
After they told me who to be?
Teenage pain and dreams down the drain
While I tried just to make sense of myself
Maybe I'll see a college freshman
Dressed head to toe like her music hero--
A floating feather in sleek black leather
The day no one could steal her show
Perhaps I'll see a job or two--the first I ever knew?

Shimmering inspiration,
Discontinued education,
The vocabulary by which I lived
A vast vinyl collection,
A...