I wouldn’t call it a crisis

More a stasis

Standing still, taking stock

Did I do it, did I make it

Follow my path, make my dreams

I was going to run the world –

Bank.

I was going to break the mould

I did break a few –

Some on purpose.

But, my potential, my ometer

On reflection

Was amazing.

Top job, top school, top marks.

Top.

Why stop.

Why stop?

Love and age and drink and life and death and doubt and loss and stuff.

And life.

Yes life.

And now I am, just am, no wow, no, how??? Just am.

A statistic,

Demographic

Static.

Or….

Balanced?

Perhaps.

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