Question

What happened to my philosophy?
Where are those grandiose questions
That used to tumble like
House-sized snowflakes out of
The sky? Who am I

Becoming? A watery-eyed employee,
Impatiently blinking at everything but
Money and sex. I'm older
Now, objectively sadder. It's not
A feeling; it's a judgment.

At what point should free
Will just be revoked? Though
I can't fully predict the
Train wreck of middle age,
It tickles my nose across

Time. How did abstract thought
Become too naive to stop
Me from selling out? Is
Metaphysics fantasy? Or did I
Honestly believe I'd unravel reality?

I don't know. Will I
Buckle up and brace for
My collision with destiny? Or
Could some meteoric question still
Nudge my world off course?