10 Years and an empty bank account,

Ai girlfriends, and virtual insanity is a real thing now.

Tides continue to turn with the Earth,

the moon,

and the sun,

they are our only constants now.

Bukowski died to soon,

so did Hemingway and his granddaughter.

There are no heroes in the 2020s,

only nuance and cringe posts.

But the tides still turns.

10 years and an empty bank account,

it’s not a glorious life,

it’s not a glamorous one either,

but it is mine, and mine alone.