The surrounding pleasures measure me
And all that I have become,
The petals fall so slowly,
Telling time for the passing young.
Beauty triumphs from corners
Of mouths bursting with stories to tell
Who rose to conquer new places
How they differ from those who fell.
Motions depict a serenity,
Once followed with wonder and awe
Now punching with rhythmic nothing's,
The small screen has become the new law.