There was something I was supposed to do
Stunted growth, the tar I breathe,
I watch busy bodies starting off their mornings.
I was special once.
There was something I was going to do.
This little engine that could.
With fantasies in place
of daydreams, in place of everything –
even too little too late could have would.
If time is time and time is moving,
choices are habits that keep pace with you.
We live by the ones we make, then quietly fade
while people go about their day.
There was something I was supposed to do,
but this engine never moved.
* Edgar Bagayan says “I cannot seem to compose some informative sentences about myself without wallowing and I find that very disconcerting and boring. I live in Los Angeles, wander the city, thus far killing time.”
