My Santiago
Coming down with a thud
Hey, he sneers,
“You’ve come down to earth with a thud.
Had your proverbial game face
Dragged through the mud
to a greyness,
you never knew - existed”
Hey, he jeers,
“You’ve misplaced that arrogant youth face
That recognised no other stories
And now you’ve slipped of the pace,
And,
In fearful hours
the centre cannot hold.
You just can’t conjugate verbs
Anymore,
Can you?
Revelling in everyone’s truths;
Pathetic, snivelling, relativist bastard!”
Hey,
“You know what you’ve done don’t you?
You’ve exchanged the heady dew of youth
For tentative, fearful age;
Disguised as wisdom.”
“But I know it’s a lie.”
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