I thought I had enough juice to make it through
my strong constitution misleading me
into pushing past limits and into a bereft future
I couldn't imagine with projecting the past
but I see now I've emptied the tub
and that remains is the ghost of a commitment
to what may not have been mine to do
but I've done enough of it and carry nothing
but the responsibility and what will come of that
is for me to find out after I've straggled long enough
as a timid weakening shell of my life force
oh mark this as done and what's to come
but a shadow projected forward as the continuity
of a stumbling man shivering before the idea of "what next"
Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.