Go with the flow
till you hit that status quo.

No brainer just remainders
of ill-advised blunders.

Of new life and lewd thought
our best efforts for naught.

This new decade lies empty
of waste there is plenty.

So much to discover
in the arms of another.

Loneliness runs rampant
an old youth lies penitent.

Wishing for the stars
indebted to the bars.

No faith in a system
just divine intervention.

Two lines smothering one another
is this what we’ve become?

In this age of impure saturation
has a course of purity already been run?

Teenage angst squatting on new life
no excuse for self imposed strife.