get a life, you tell me
but I want to parse my life
disambiguate it
not like you
(my costar!)
you
run on a parallel track
you don't poke along
whistling show tunes
whirring through your conundrums
you tackle the day
like it's your last chance to forget
whereas I have no memories
to speak of
no morning symphonies
or cries from the savannah
my track record's up front, out there
for all to see
including you
who invented me