Alas! The fleeting years glide on.
Eheu fugaces labuntar anni
So it goes, an old poet
rose, to tell the story of
the beast and the decaying glass rose,
petals falling softly cracking into broken
glass.
When you look at someone through rose tinted glasses, all the the red flags just look like flags.
raise a generation on Eminem and Cobain
then
scratch your head wondering where all us grown boys
went a little insane
from Timberlake to Bieber
Brittany to Miley
what's really changed?
anything
but our age?
a president named Bush went to war on terror
in the the middle-east,
ten years later his son does the same thing.
again I ask,
what's even changed
but
our age?
The ****** scandals begun by our ******* president
continue today under an eponymous tabloid cover
called Kardashian.
exploitation the name of the game,
everything is done for us,
especially our thinking.
less scarily,
our cooking.
there has never not been an "us vs. them"
mentality in human history.
we are cultured cannibals, tribesmen who have outgrown
our britches.
****** and racial liberation continues against
****** and racial tension
*** is cheap
drugs are cheaper
morals are depleted
agnosticism the happy sedated norm
nobody expects a revival but the saved themselves, the born
again.
well do I even wish to be born again into a life as this?
If I have learned anything thus far from life's teachings:
One is nothing and everything
Nowhere and everywhere
spirits abound where you least expect them
There is no zero and no infinity
Watch a fire burn and you will know this truth
Alas! The fleeting years glide on.
*Eheu fugaces labuntar anni
