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Wisteria

I have witnessed the death of the teenage dream,

And it goes a little something like this:

The coastlines are starting to flood 

(And it’s really taking the piss!).

Demons were placed on this earth,

And now they’re begging for control.

I know they’ve always existed

But they’re continuing to evolve.

Some things are ahead of the game;

Just look at antibiotic bacteria!

Adapted complex insecurities

Irrigate downwards like wisteria.

I barely notice them often;

I’m too old and too tired to care.

Notice I said old and not wise;

Notice and notice but don’t stare.

Who cares if I’m a little behind

When everything is out of control?

What’s left for the world to uncover?

Why must everything have a toll.

Featured image found at: Arlington National Cemetery. Wisteria arbor, vertical in Arlington National Cemetery – PICRYL Public Domain Search

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