It’s 2000 again

It’s the dawn of the new millennium

From the dawn of a new world 

To the end of one world And the birth of another. 

As I sit in an airport Watching everyone move in a transitory state, 

I’m leaving so many things behind, 

But I’m going someplace new.

The space I occupy right now It is not a place. 

The sonder has me terrified 

As I mull over 

How life is a collection of experiences, 

Of images, sounds and dramatic vignettes. 

The materiality of our world 

In this dawning of millennia is constantly altering, 

So is the mood of the sky.

So many more tomorrows 

Await me in the new millennia. 

I do not want to spend those fighting till the bitter end, 

Instead, just giving in to 

My habit of Wallowing in my dregs.

Anything not saved will be lost 

And the world around me 

Is constantly changing and 

I can no longer hold on To the pieces of it that 

Over the years have given me so much happiness.

The passage of time is rarely linear 

And my relationship with 

The people I care about 

They are also ever-changing. 

Then again, I still wonder if things were 

Ever the way we remembered it as 

If we ever were the people we thought we were. 

All of us are still affixed 

On a place where we have all been before. 

Where our memory of ourselves Is different from our real selves, 

Where everything is aggressively perfect 

And we are not bygone people Longing for bygone times.

I’m a bit-part actor in my own story 

Assigned the role of killing parts of myself so other parts could continue. 

Whose need in the dawn of a new world Is scarce.

Places that I recognise that are so familiar yet feel so foreign in 2000. 

Maybe I am pre-distended to destroy myself 

Even if over the years My death desire has ceased in.

Wherever I’m going, the love I have for the people 

And the people I care for, will surround me 

So will the love they’ve shown me. 

Even if making it through the 2000s 

Ends up being a ruinous dream 

I cannot bear to watch it fall.