CHANCES

i'd rather be a bum
a convict
or a fringe character
than...
one of the walking dead.

one of those who never took a chance
and takes the same train
every morning at seven a.m.
and listens to the same woman
complain...

in the same house
on the same block
in the same town
for years never ending
mindlessly accepting...

normalcy
mediocrity
religiousity
duty
then dying...

like a bum
or a convict
or a fringe character
in a bed
in the same kind of hospital
with the same stenches...

and knowing
the hopelessness
of the fact
that i might have lived
by taking some chances.