Good Intentions
Life is a fucked up bitch,
playing give-and-take
with your good intentions.
The problem with this is,
you were never one to take
Life at face value.
The problem with this is,
you loved Life.
You spent each day
dying for more from this Life,
and the moment you set in your secret heart
the plans for how you and Life
would spend your remaining years together,
you learned that
all your good intentions meant nothing.
In Life’s eyes,
your dreams weren’t real.
In Life’s eyes,
your dreams were yours alone.
You aren’t special,
and you never were.
Life saw you as a dalliance.
And as you let this Life go,
and look the next,
all there is left to do is
curse the days of your youth,
and with one last dream,
and good intentions,
dream you had been raised
not to care.
© Copyright 2017 William S. Friday
