Someday

Someday I’m going to be dead and still not have written a perfect simple sentence or decided if the new Kayne West record is a flawed masterpiece or misguided waste of time.
Someday I’ll try to be more honest and not hide behind silence and irony.
Someday I’ll understand what my dad’s death means to me.
Someday I’ll talk to my mom more. Someday I’ll be in the moment.
Someday I’ll channel that runner’s high into real life. Someday I won’t runaway from it but run toward it.
Someday I’ll understand Gravity’s Rainbow and Ulysses in my heart and not my head.
Someday
I’m going to be dead
and then nothing