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