Priority

As a kid, I was the man,

I think, whose I can’t say;

Routine or role-play made me sure.

It was love, they say. I didn’t care.

The cycle of follies started soon after.

How foolishly I tried to be on top.

How bitterly I crashed down.

I picked myself up to be my own.

Then came love, a brief hope doomed

Against past’s blinkers and fickle fate;

Hope came again alone in a horror sequel,

God! I escaped that B-grade villain, just.

I never tried again,

Not even hoped,

Not even my own

Top priority.