AA YEAR I

I could have been the youngest president in history.

The numbers work out

� Had I done the groundwork

I'd have been elected at thirty-five and four weeks

so young

that nobody would have beaten me

before democracy was vanquished.

I could have been a savior

a godhead

a faithful force for the common folks

like none seen previously;

a pop star, a politician, a priest

all were potential paths in my prior past

but now

it seems

all the options have escaped me

the choices have narrowed

the roads have closes

and I am left with this life.

I never made the right choice.

I have squandered my opportunities.

I am left with nothing.

Nothing but empty memories of error after error

after egregious error.

And I hope and I pray

that at least one more avenue is opened to me

for me to explore

so I have one last chance

to fuck it all up.