A second poem

About the existence exhausted

I have written many words
Few have ever been read
I hardly re-visit, revise and re-read
I output more,
instead

I have heard many songs
Hummed tunes in my head
I hardly re-visit, revise and re-hear
I discover new melodies,
instead

I have made many friends
Observed a red thread
I hardly re-visit, revise and reach out
I wait for them,
instead

I have watched many films,
Escaped feelings of dread
I hardly re-visit, revise and re-play
I go to the theatre,
instead

I have lived endless lives
On various paths I have been led
I hardly re-visit, revise and re-tread
I long for oblivion,
instead