As he teetered on the brink

Of this existence

Did he quantify success

Based on

Fast cars and hot women?

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Any regrets?

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Did the futile search

For his ideal

Cause concern?

~

Did he measure his own value

In the manner of the world:

Dollars

Cents

Titles

Rents,

And feel remorse?

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Or did he say,

“Hot Damn!

This was one wild ride!

I’m so flippin’ glad

I lived large ’til I died!”

Inspired by Three Word Wednesday… Ideal, Measure, Teeter

Her presence, mere existence, was a risk.

We could

Dress her up,

Change her look,

Modify her body,

Dye her hair.

To No Avail.

She was

Traceable,

Trackable,

Hackable.

So now she’s gone.

…

“What appears to be success is not success.” he said.

…

It’s never really that simple.

That simple?

That easy?

Three little words.

And then no more?

IF

It is done,

What was it in the first place?

And where do we go from here?

You? Me? Alpha? Omega?

Done?

Revelations.