Like a monkey in traffic

Like a monkey in traffic

By dan ankers

Houston, I have definitely fucked up

And I am facing, serpentine drama

Stalking wolves are lurking, leering, waiting, lapping up my scent

Baring their teeth and tongues

They’re hungry like piranha

Now, I must tango, but I am terrified of dancing

My hesitation, portends my grisly doom

I see there eyes there, resembling the stars and moons high overhead

But on the earth is where they’ll nibble on my bones

If I could try my life again

I would change only a thing or two

Because what made me, were the planned events gone wrong

And thus it matters more, in this one uncommon instance of regrets

That I would edit out

This path

Then, move along

Never once did I believe that I would make it past sixteen

And then at sixteen

I mocked, “Ha!, 35!?”

But now I am at an age where I’m a player on that stage

Though I don’t much consider this living, what’s been supplied

:)