‘No rules, only advice. Choose wisely.’
I began with innocence, grew fast. Squandered my youth. I heard the sound of ripping pages.
Joined a bad crowd. Became the bad crowd. That ripping sound again.
Partied hard. Drank too much. Rip. Rip.
Wasted opportunities. Rip. Rip.
Settled down. A little. Rip.
Blew it. Rip. Rip.
Started again. Fresh resolve. Digressed. Rip.
Make amends? Maybe later. Rip. Rip.
‘Only weeks,’ said the doctor.
‘I need time!’ Rip. Rip.
Empty volume. R.I.P.