Into the hive of the Hipster - No adults in sight.
I find myself surrounded
By the noise of Babylon;
The youngsters Babel-ing on:
Chirping & bleating & screeching;
Mooing & meowing & barking;
Grunting & neighing & beating chests.
I enjoy the noise of youth -
The vocal gesticulations
Washing over me, unthreatening;
Breaking upon my calm,
Ever-so-mature island of peace.
While the pack brays remorseless,
I let it flow through my ears -
Oblivious and uncaring,
Indifferent. A **** - I-don't-give.
Been there, done that - want/need more.