Little did you know, blood flows were part of it.
Feelings of the unknown starts to control the known.
This urgency to see that which is unseen,
Wilding becomes the new tame.
Being called hubris is insulting,
But shoulders are high in movement.
True, the ineptitude is alarming,
Although there was no awareness.
Belligerent you are, so that I can’t offer my succor.
Yes, there is proclivity to a sybaritic lifestyle,
But the blithe are the actions you take.
These decisions now turn out to be malaise
You make a choice, but for horrendous reasons
Pristine was the trick that no longer tricks
The tick tock. The tens become twenties
Finally, you passed through the vestibule of life.
Sinecures then appear to be the new dream
But failed by life, there is a realization.
Then, out of self-imagined dastardly judgements,
Reticence becomes
part of you.
But scared of the truth, you become decrepit in pretense
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