The Teens

Back in high school as an invisible outcast
A nameless zero minus colors or masts
living the prophecy that the last shall be last

A negligible adolescent full of yearning need
neither good nor bad, just a nothing seed
diminishing quietly of an internal bleed

Getting by minus a call and response spotlight
an insignificant life lacking both fight or flight
sporting a demeanor of empty vessel blight

A favorite one to nobody under the sun
life a daily fantasy of visualizing dry runs
so much easier dreamed than ever done

Heaven and hell were but just the same
with a daily basis of stakeless claims
desperate to get some skin in the game

Infatuated with girls but illiterate to cues
aching for the smallest endorsement of value
adrift in a vacuum with no from or to

The yearbook, my name plus an empty page
four years in a play performed backstage
a rosetta-less stone of the years teenage

Now but just a question for trivial pursuit
a who was that guy lacking any repute?
Still caring about those ladders and chutes