Last Birthday Cake

"Today I remembered there is but one truly serious question.
I’ve grown resentful of all of this, I’m done pretending I like cake, done counting the days.
Done searching for grains of zenith at the bottom of the barrel.
I made it a long way for somebody with a short fuse anyway. Ran, then walked, then crawled. All for a roadside picnic?
Make a wish they said. Any wish, they keep saying…
Few of them even know what they wish for.
My happiest days are probably behind me. A battlefield of fleeting fireworks spurs in front.
Flickering lights are born - then gone before I can even think.
In the distance a big boulder starts rolling on the hill.
I remain
undecided."