poetry project #5: the peril of cancellation

how much time has really passed
when you click into the deviations
of memories past to obscure your mind
with the unfortunate truth
that their present is flourishing
and yours is left in hiatus

like a bad tv sitcom
you tune your reciever in
for the disappoinment
that you've been cancelled
yet their life has been renewed

if only you could get a cameo
an extra in a scene
one spoken line
so your presence could be known

yet what would you say
nothing to offer
when their lives aspire
and your future seems obstructed

stargazing to the heavens
wishing you could change a rerun
but we all know it's imprint in time

so i recline back and watch my life over
as theirs continues on, wishing i was her equal in the lead

complications of the mind, my daily peril