We tend to erase our greatest shames,
We switch up the narratives until they are blank,
No addresses and no names.
And we play tug of war with destiny,
Frantically trying to climb the ranks,
Turning a blind eye to scarcity.
We are greedy without having skin in the game.
Dreaming about taking down banks,
Always finding someone else to blame.
While I admit all my shortfalls,
It is you I must thank,
You made me this frail and small.
Every day I must think of you, it is a burden.
You turned my ideas into your think tank,
And I did not matter if I was hurting.
While the others try to outsmart time,
You watch, sipping sauvignon blanc,
Bathing in stolen limelight.
And we tend to erase our greatest regrets,
But your slate has always been blank,
Free of unlucky bets,
Protected by a steady riverbank
Like a damn movie set.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 