Chronology

I flipped a calendar page today
so thirty days went by you say?
July is here but I’m stuck in may.

Perhaps it wouldn’t be so sad
if I had used the time I had
for something other than going mad

but who can say what’s truly sane
we all have dreams some see as vain,
an impetus that won’t abstain

despite a stack of pointless tries
and unrepentant alibis
that chronicle the compromise.