In Decision Sebastian Bach Which went carried expectations
Doomed to pass away
A pound of cure for invented ailments
Never seeing light of day
And tons of praise for friends who forged
My imaginary way
Credit crawls with dedications
For the films I’d make

A familiar future I possessed
And a foreign now to match
Advising future protégés
How I came through unscratched
Faced with pressing obstacles
I’d stare the further into black
To attain that fix of spectra full
Which now neglected lacks

Simultaneously groping for
A hard remembered then
Not knowing how that moment’s me
Was born or died nor when
Selectively I’d add, subtract,
And otherwise obscure
The truth that he was guilty too
And dumb as me or more

A new conclusion every day
Declarations by the score
One feeding into other
Endless questions to explore
An obsession with a fantasy
That never might have been
For itself forbade enjoyment of
The means unto its end

From a dozen dreams I woke this morning
Just before the sun
Around the block I prayed to every bud
Though I recognized not one

A life spent in decision’s clasp
Cannot escape to act
I miss familiar futures past
But I won’t give this day back