Ask

Ask

Ask me if I had enough.

2020 minus a bluff

for the destruction of what I thought I had

building all the way up.

if the present isn’t linear

then why can’t i stop looking up?

if the past does not exist

why does it always creep up?

I, once a quantanium sprayed ora

that now seems to only have collected dust.

so please, I beg you.

ask me if I had enough.

When you look in the mirror and only see what was,

There is no current image of was supposed to add up

All you’re left with is, a broken subtle punch

from the inflictions of all the trauma you’ve been throwing up

nausea disguised as opportunity

heartache disguised as love

abuse disguised as a melody

that I’ve always known all the lyrics to.

I am just who I am

“It is what it is” they say.

But please,

ask me If I had enough.

By now I think you can.