Last Birthday Cake

Today I remembered there is but one truly serious question.

I’ve grown resentful of all of this, I’m done pretending I like cake, done counting the days. Done searching for grains of zenith at the bottom of the barrel.

I made it a long way for somebody with a short fuse anyway. Ran, then walked, then crawled. All for a roadside picnic? Make a wish they said. Any wish, they keep saying… Few of them even know what they wish for.

My happiest days are probably behind me. A battlefield of fleeting fireworks spurs in front. Flickering lights are born – then gone before I can even think.

In the distance a big boulder starts rolling on the hill. I remain undecided.