Experience I can’t recall:
Like Adam at the fall,
It’s too late to reclaim it all.
But fate dropped the ball
But I learn from it, so not to appear sloppy.
If you forgot the
Lesson you promised to learn,
I admonish you; strong-headed
And stiff-necked. The next turn
Will have you honestly
Asking for water to soothe the burn.
It’s an urge, sublimated by a distraction;
Predicated on your lack of wit.
So relax and kick back
As I wax poetic.
Action is the only option.
Our passion is softened
By old friends askin’
“Wanna do this?” or “How about that?”
If you don’t come out you’re an unsocial cat
If you vocalize the fact, your friendship is static.
You’re selfish, so sacrifice inner magic
And start embracing this hellish trash bin
Of social conventions.
Learn what catches your attraction
For more than a peer group whose task is
to keep rapport with masks.
Edited by Ben Marcher
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