Lather. Live. Repeat.

At the Gates again, though I don't know

Who the Gatekeeper is this time.

I don't even remember how many times I've been here.

Was it a sprint or a marathon this time?

High jump, long jump, or triple jump?

Did my world end in fire, or ice?

Did I have my good shorts on?

Did I leave a legacy, and if so, was it

Fame, or infamy?

Did anyone weep, or did anyone

Cheer?

Which did I do, if either?

A wry grin erupts on my face as I realize

None of this actually even means

A goddamn thing.