The First Six Days of the Year

2016 was, undoubtedly
One of the best years of my life
Or so it had promised to be
Or so I had felt it was to be
Within the first six days of the year

For the first time, since I
I was just a boy, I
I felt like I had become a man
Finally
Noticed by pretty eyes
Within the first six days of the year

Smoking cigarettes
In cramped spaces
We were immortal beings
With lungs of steel

Pretty faces
Hugged by staircases
A man sees the possibility
Of something real

2016, no doubt
Was the worst year of my life
The ides of March echoed into June
Followed by the terrors of July

And soon
Those first six days were left
Behind

For the first time, since I
I had thought myself a man, I
I emerged a boy, my
My figure frail and fragile

Nothing to say or do, I
I ran away
Those first six days
Were all I had left
And they were all that I
I had kept

Smoking cigarettes
In cramped spaces
Like mortal fools
Death at our heels
A boy braces for
Pretty eyes sealed
For the death
Of anything real

After those first six days of the year
A man sees clear
Months become minutes
Memories become moments
Somethings become nothings
What's six days of a year?

On the seventh day, I
I climbed a mountain high
Straight to its peak, I
I went to the top, and my
Eyes could barely believe
I was greeted by bliss
Pretty eyes, a kiss

After those first six days of the year
I fell from a mountain, my
My eyes red with cannabis tears, I
Was struck by lightning, my
Voice dumbed by thunder
And before I
I could even count to six, I
I was buried alive
Six days under

Smoking cigarettes
In cramped spaces
A boy seeks memories
Filled with intensity
He tries to remember
How it was, but he
Has been forgetting, so desperately
Clings to these
These mere remnants of
What a man once had kept sealed
What a man could once feel
What a man had failed to heal
What a man, mistaken
For the very last time
Had thought real

Smoking cigarettes
In cramped spaces
A man sees clear
A boy embraces
What a man once had kept sealed
What a man could once feel
What a man had failed to heal
What a man had thought real

A boy, pretty faces
A man sees clear
Months become minutes
Memories become moments
Somethings become nothings
What's six days of a year?
A boy, pretty faces
A man sees clear
Months become minutes
Memories become moments
Somethings become nothings
What's six days of a year?
Clear
What's six days of a year?
What's six days, six moments
After six whole years?