Toskovat 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.