Doggerel At 3 Am Poem by r james sterzinger

my whole life has been a lie,
but it's really not my fault,
you cannot lie if you never were
I guess that's my gestalt.

I never really made an attempt
to ever be just free.
I tried religion,
I tried poetry,
but just couldn't ever find me.

I got sidetracked long ago
I cant really even say when,
it's like saying what came first
the chicken or the hen.

so each day I walk through life
I do stumble and blunder,
and now that I am middle age
I stare out the window and wonder.

will I ever be free to
find out who I am,
or will it be over just too quick
and I will be forever damned?

so ascribe to me
my meaningless verse,
I guess it's all for naught.
I came in naked,
I'll leave that way too,
because that's all I've got.