how does something worthwhile ever come to be
is it accidental, coincidental perhaps?
a token of triumph about to invalidate the madness of turning back
face to face with the splendor of the stars as they rejuvenate my craving for life
is it the answer of a calling or peeking at the moon enough
to mirror hopes and dreams of yesteryear where the foolish youth burn away
as they should that vivacious great thing we now envy as rotten, yes rotten
we covet and sneer, attempt to plunder and dare I confess sabotage
not the key to Eden this stroke of a match
but alas neither wisdom nor experience make water crystal clear
is seems out of our control and quite frankly at times even reach
for those that locked themselves, voluntary, in a room ready for the pyre
are awaking to a self-committed hell
the fever strips me of all reason
the new founded pantheon cybertronic, makes me spit blood
it is not convenience we fought for nor earned
there is no lounge in what is being lost
the tragedy being confused with sexy vampire teeth
as it installs, sinks in and shifts senselessly
no status quo nor quip can reset
the level we have ascended to
still so far away from the stars:
at first, a simple life
when laziness proved too toxic a good one would suffice
when that did not materialize as per chance upon my bosom
a life of my choosing and within my grasp would have to do
perhaps Youtube or googling it will guide me away from this crowd
strangers new to me explaining me something I shan't follow
nor get It right.
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