The same chair

I am sitting in the same chair. I haven't moved, you have. You can drop by anytime and you will find me here......just sitting in the same chair.

You have moved on. Maybe for the better, maybe not. Maybe you are so damn well that memory of such folk as I seem faded, jaded and insignificant. My chair aint moved by either one of those scenarios. I am fully stabilized.

This is my base. This is where I come to when I want to just put my feet up and watch the world pass. You understand that, I know, and you visit your understanding to make sure it is always true. It is. I am.

So, carry on and take your flag with you. There are plenty of better poles to sit upon (maybe not larger..but better). III still be here when you find better or fall on your face. 39 is smelling awfully like 40 these days and I don't intend on fooling anyone anymore. I will be what I am. Aging well but not without a fight.

Those promises we made, those promises we shared, those promises we broke. They lie under the rocks....underneath the chair I still sit upon. I don't need a fresh start and I aint haunted by some faint calling. I have come to port and the port looks fine to me. My second half is about to begin. The first few years are an easy head start. The gravy train awaits.......but I will hold position for quite some time still. Not for you......I promise. I wait for myself. Soon I shall catch up to me.

B